Descriptive Essay On The Lake

The lake seemed to stretch on forever as if the mountain was slowly draining into it and creating perfect copy of itself. Halfway across the world from my home in Massachusetts, the wilderness of New Zealand reached out to me. The hours before had been full of adventure as my father and I had trekked to both the Fox and Franz Josef glaciers. The final trip had not even been part of our plan, but as we drove through the quaint mountain town of Fox Glacier a blue sign signaled the route to the reflecting pool of Mount Cook. As we began the walk the vaunted Lake Matheson looked no different from the small New England ponds which had graced my childhood. Climbing the wet wood steps up to what had been coined the “view of views” I was brought back …show more content…
For a good portion of this piece I have been focussed on the deeper meaning behind one specific experience I have had with nature and as I close I have come to the realization that I have done what I had so vehemently criticized earlier. This paper is my picture of the lake, my seemingly endless baseball practices, a resounding crescendo of a long line of thing i 've done to impress others. All of the flowery language can no better describe what I felt than the lifeless pixels which serve to project the image of what I saw. The lone importance, to me, that lies within these words is the way it made me think while writing it. Had I actually udnergone a change based on this experience and what was it? I sufficiently answered those questions which was something I had not previously done. But all of the other ramblings and description are nothing more than to find unnecessary meaning in things that do not need to be explained in order to be appreciated. Who cares what about this moment made me change? Not me. All I know is that something in that moment triggered some impulse that has lead me to where I am today. What matters about this moment can be summed up with two simple questions. Who was I then? Who am I now? The middle can be analyzed for hours on end to no avail and I am perfectly content with leaving that part of my story to others. My job is to keep living my life to the fullest and sitting back to enjoy a little bit of my own