Saturday, July 17, 2010

When my mom was little, her family each year would climb a mountain called Abercrombie. It is the tallest mountain in stevens county... Impressive I know thats what your thinking. The tradition has now been passed down, and I have been climbing the mountain since I was little. On my first climb my family put a time capsule at the top of the mountain and filled it with random trinkets and a notebook that we and whoever dares to climb and find the time capsule can write in. We have even received phone calls from stranger ( possibly dangerous people) from the top, because my sister thought it was a good idea to put her number in the book.
Pretty much this mountain holds a special place in my heart.
The climb may be steep, but each step brings you closer to the goal.
The goal being the view at the top and the time capsule.
A couple weeks ago I got to make the trip up the mountain again. The time capsule and view were in the back of my mind the whole time hiking to the top. When I got to the top, the first thing I did was find the time capsule.
I found it... and it was destroyed. Someone had left the lid off and everything had gotten ruined from water. The book with all the entry's from climbers was destroyed. I was sad. Things were missing and things were added.
Luckily, my uncle had brought a new box and I had brought a new journal.
This was a new start to our Abercrombie adventures. Maybe the things in the box were missing or destroyed but the memories were still there on that mountain. My first climb was still fresh in my memory, running ahead and grabbing the dried up tree moss and making beards, and waiting for the rest of the group to catch up and exclaiming "I have waited so long that I have grown a beard!", or falling on the way down and twisting my ankle and Ashley screaming at my dad, "Kati broke her leg!!" just to get them to hurry down.
Every time I climb I make a new memory. This time I had the joy to share the climb with new climbers... my friends.
I placed in the time capsule a picture of Hillary and I in India with some of our students.
I figured it was a good way to end one journey and now start on a new one.

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