I sit, taking it all in. The cool afternoon breeze, refreshing. Dangling my feet into the chilly water, the temperature a reminder of the freezing conditions that are soon to arrive, eagerly awaiting their turn; like a young child waiting for the recess bell. Luscious Reds, Vibrant Oranges splash the trees with color, photosynthesis done. The crisp sounds of a gleeful child crushing the fallen leaves as he traverses off the path. Donning my eyes from the 1,000 Ft ship, to the Aerial Lift Bridge, I listen. Attempting to decipher the code of long and short horn blows, as preparations for entrance to the harbor are made. Slipping on my blades, I return to the path, memories of past trips down this trail flooding my mind.

Events of the weekend still fresh in my mind as I return to the campus, the reminiscent joy of looking back on past fears and excitement. On Saturday night; Eric, Molly and I went on the "William H. Irving Ship of Ghouls", (oh my heck!!) rationalization about these sorts of things is irrational, and borderline impossible. After boarding and deciding that this would probably be the biggest waste of money ever, I was practically red flagged. Not far into the vessel, I had lost all sense of rationale, fear had taken over. All senses alert and nerves feeling every change in temperature and air density. Lungs gasping for air as I abandoned this ship, fingers relaxing after they left the grip of Eric's arm, leaving a negative of where they had been. Forcing my mind back into reality, and getting my heartrate back into a normal range...