“And you’re by yourself?”
I look at the park ranger.
“Yes,” I say. “I’m by myself.”
This is the third time she’s asked in, oh, five minutes. I see her raise her eyebrows, shake her head.
“It’s going to be a cold night,” she says.
“I know,” I say.
She hands me a parking pass. Is it incredulity I see on her face? Or am I simply projecting my own self doubt? Do I really believe I can make it a night alone in the woods?
An excellent essay and reflection by my former student and (current!) friend, Lizzie Hamilton. Enjoy!
Pine trees and cold water
March 22, 2016
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http://elizabethannehamilton.com/2016/03/22/pine-trees-and-cold-water/