Adventure Of Fauly: Adventure To Laura's Tower

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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 …show more content…
Not only did the trail start to incline slightly, we were now staggering back and forth up a mountainside. Every twenty feet we would turn sharply and walk past what we had just seen, only we were three feet higher. Taking breaks every seven minutes, immediately feeling the sharp, tense pain occurring in my shins as soon as I stopped. The fact we had run out of water halfway up, and not knowing how much further we had until our destination, did not seem to be helping. What was supposed to be a gentle hike through the woods with Pauly had turned into a fitness workout and nothing, I mean nothing, seemed to be …show more content…
I could see for miles and miles in each direction. The golden blanket that had been tossed over Berkshire County added such a beauty that cannot be found elsewhere. I was able to hone in on my senses once again and revel in the beauty of the land on which we live. The liveliness of the moment streamed through our exhausted bodies, enlightening our souls. Although the moment was savory, we had to rip ourselves away from the enjoyment. Starting to descend down the mountain, the amount of sun that reached the earth under the roof of trees was minimal. The sun was in the midst of setting, and it was becoming harder and harder to see. At some point, things no longer looked familiar, there was no trace of a beaten-in path, and we had not seen a trail marker in some time now. We had not taken timing into account the entire day. Reminding ourselves that panicking only makes things worst we took a minute to think things through. 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

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