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Rocky Mountain High

April 16, 2012
By jackiee129 PLATINUM, Kent, Connecticut
jackiee129 PLATINUM, Kent, Connecticut
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Favorite Quote:
"It makes me happy when I see teenage girls who clearly don't fit in, gives me hope that the future might still have personality" - Haley Williams

“You are not your bra-size, nor are you the width of your waist, nor are you the slenderness of your calves. You are not your hair color, your skin color, nor are you a shade of lipstick. Your shoe-size is of no consequence. You are not defined by the amount of attention you get from males, females, or any combination thereof. You are not the number of sit-ups you can do, nor are you the number of calories in a day. You are not your mustache. You are not the hair on your legs. You are not a little red dress. You are no amalgam of these things. You are the content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh at and the words that you say. You are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. You are beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul it carries.”

As soon as I stepped off the plane, the mountains were there to greet me. Their vast, lofty peaks stretched toward the sky, their snowy caps mingling with the clouds above. As I exited the terminal, I stopped to take a deep breath, drawing the clean, sweet air into my lungs. I dropped my luggage into the back of the rusty van, the springs audibly squeaking under the added weight. We piled in and made ourselves as comfortable as we could on the coarse bench seats. Out the window, the gorgeous Colorado landscape swept by, revealing deep gorges and majestic pines. After what seemed like an eternity, we turned on to a long dirt road, the red dust making its way through the open windows. The earthy taste was caked in my mouth by the time we arrived at our destination.
What I saw took my breath away. The simple cabins were set like a small village in the middle of a peaceful aspen grove. The trunks of the trees shimmered silver and gold; it was unlike anything I had seen in nature. The gentle wind rustled the leaves, creating a sense of wonder and enchantment. The breeze carried over to me, tickling my face and carrying a mixture of laughter and voices with it. Everything emanated with a sense of calm and tranquility, making one feel at peace with all that surrounded them. Off in the distance I could clearly see the mountain range, standing like a giant sentry, sheltering us from the outside world. I simply stood in amazement for a while, trying to take it all in. Eventually I made my way down a small path behind the Lodge, which twisted up into the hills. I walked silently, just listening to the call of the birds and the forest teaming with life all around me. I reached the top and sat down on the cold, smooth rock. From here, the camp stretched out before me, a safe haven in all the chaos of the world, and I truly felt at home.

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