Laura's Tower: A Short Story

Adventure to Laura’s Tower The hot, muggy and stagnant air that, on some days, leaves one breathless and immobile in the mid-summer of Berkshire County, had finally been extracted. Soothing winds and scents of the damp autumn had begun earlier than usual. The trees, which had covered themselves in golden and scarlet, were completely still that morning in Stockbridge, Massachusetts. My boyfriend, Pauly, and I had decided it was a flawless fall day to go on an adventure. As we arrived at the entrance for Laura’s tower trail, which we had never been before, we were already in awe at what we had never known was in our backyard. As we approached the twenty foot, hand-built, stone entry way, a wooden suspension bridge awaited us. There was so much to take in while on the bridge; the sounds of the Housatonic River rushing beneath us, the musty but comforting smell of the water, and the feel of the cool air. Exiting the bridge did not change this; there was only …show more content…
Sweat was profusely dripping down my face and my mouth was as dry as a lizard’s back. I did not like the idea of being lost, especially in the dark; I am afraid of the dark. Pauly came to the logical conclusion that whether we are on the trail or not, if we headed straight down the mountain, we would eventually hit railroad tracks, and be able to find the bridge from there. It did not really matter what he said at that point because in my head, lions, tigers, and bears are rallying up to eat me. As Pauly had suspected, no lions, tigers, or bears did attack us that night. We made it safely to the car, and soon after started to laugh about what had happened. We realized it would be best to read the information signs that are conveniently located at almost every, single trail entrance. This will ensure we A) Have enough time to complete it, B) Know the exact distance, and C) Make sure we can handle the