“Perhaps every youth needs an occasional wilderness trip, in order to learn the meaning of this particular freedom.”
From the day we were informed about our blog posts, I began to worry about what location I would choose. I asked around, and one of the most common places that were recommended was anywhere in Blunn Creek. To be honest, I had done little exploring in the Blunn Creek nature preserve, despite the fact that our school, (and my dorm-Teresa hall) is extremely close to it!
About once a week during the last two months it seems, there is one day that is perfect to go on strolls. The day I ventured out was a nice 77 degrees and I had my high tops on so I was ready to climb. Though Blunn Creek doesn’t take much skill to navigate, I found my self anxious to stray from the trail. Eventually I followed my friend’s advice and hit a patch of dense forest, and then took a left onto a beaten dirt path.
nice weather
I followed this path into an area thick with trees, and found myself looking down into the possible ancient ruins of past Austin. Is this what the city of Austin would look like if it remained untouched by man?
elevated view
After leaving that spot, I traveled downward for a few minutes to the (possible) literal creek that makes up the Blunn creek nature preserve. I sat down next to this quietly running and impossibly small creek and began to note the details of the eniorment surrounding me. Sadly, I came across a lot of trash that looked to have been tossed without a single thought. Perhaps I noticed the trash so fast, because the artificial coloring of litter stood out among the calm natural colors found in nature.
The creek may had been small, but it made a quiet, yet calming noise. Sitting on the ground, I looked up and admired the elevated landscape before me. Soon I heard a woman playing with her dog, and even though she was mildly amusing to listen to, it seemed as if the trance had been broken. Shortly after the surprising appearance of the woman, I got up and brushed myself off and began the trip back.
my shoes next to the tiny creek