Around the corner and down a hill from my house, is a fabulous tract of woods on the edge of town called Hubbard Hills. The woods are owned (as much as any woods are owned) by a family on the street who have built many trails through the land and allow people to use them for recreational purposes. It’s a really spectacular place and is beautiful in all seasons. On one of those trails, at a specific spot, is my super secret special place I like to go to ponder life, work through things, and just be with nature. It is a place just for me. It is so secret that this is the first time I have ever mentioned it to anyone. That’s right interwebs, I’m telling the whole world before I ever say it out loud.
Today is a very special day. It is the 3 year anniversary of the day I graduated from college, the day I stopped religiously editing my grad school application and finally put it in the mail, it is the day I had my first snow day off from work, and the day I almost got shot at my sit spot! To celebrate and reflect on my accomplishments, adventures, and misadventures over the past 3 years I decided to go on a hike through the snowy woods to my sit spot. I hiked and I hiked through the magical woods. It was peaceful and beautiful. I saw fun little tracks in the snow and followed them around for a while. Eventually I came to beloved sit spot. I’ve been going to this spot since June and this is the first time I have ever been there in snow. I took out a plastic bag for a seat and settled in for a while. The trees I have grown so used to gazing upon looked extra enchanting with inches covered in snow on them. I thought for a while about all that has happened and made some wishes for the next three years. Then the magic exploded.
BANG! BANG! Gun shots. I’ve been there so many times and never encountered anyone that it never even occurred to me that it would be a great place to go hunting. How silly of me. I live in Wisconsin and it’s hunting season! My first instinct for some reason was the jump up and scream , “PERSON! I’M A PERSON!” Seriously, Annie? I got no response, heard no snow crunching near me, and saw no other footsteps so most likely the person wasn’t even near me but I said good bye to my spot anyway and left immediately.
Next time I go out there, I will remember to wear orange.
[Note: None of these pictures are off my sit spot but simply from my walk around my neighborhood. I refuse to take any pictures there because it is my sacred ground.]