A Frame of Mind
September 19, 2010
I have visited my favorite place just twice throughout my life, although I intend to frequent it much more often in the future. It exists on the mountainside, an eerie oasis nestled between lightning charred timber and inhospitable tundra. Like a deserted island amid endless sea waves, this green meadow, teeming with life and beauty, contrasts against the stark, red landscape around it. My favorite place is A-Frame, a timberline shelter about 11,500 feet up Barr Trail on Pikes Peak.
This triangle shaped cabin was first constructed as a shelter for trail workers during the Barr Trail’s installment, later becoming a haven for hikers dodging storms or resting. The cabin, which can sleep about five, also holds valuable survival materials, including water, assorted foods, matches, batteries, a radio, and other items for those who may be stranded in bad conditions. The cabin itself, a rare sign of civilization on the famous mountain, serves as a primary stopping point for tourists and Pikes Peak marathoners alike. From here, it is only five hundred feet up to timberline, the elevation where the land becomes too barren to support large plant growth and where hiking becomes more treacherous. The small clearing, boasting luscious grasses, stunning boulders, and towering pines, provides the mind with a final look at nature before the unfamiliarity and steep incline of the rocks above.
Apart from the cabin itself and its uses, A-Frame is located off the trail in a perfect location. Crystal clear, cool water from Cabin Creek flows directly through the site, splitting it and giving the surrounding area a healthy green vitality. I remember dipping my hands into this ice-cold stream, enjoying the numbing sensation in my cuticles as I lifted the pure refreshment to my lips. It tasted so clean and even welcoming. Even more amazing, the creek’s origin begins a mere five hundred feet or so above the clearing, making the water pure, fresh, and natural, so different from the chemical drenched substitute in the city beneath me. Sweet smelling flowers bloom from in between boulder crevices, and tall, itchy grasses line the valley’s sides. The foliage is magnificent, a colorful blend featuring purples, whites, different green shades, and fiery reds. Above, massive sharp-edged rocks protrude over the cliff sides, casting menacing shadows onto the cabin’s roof. Far below, two shimmering reservoirs highlight the land’s ever changing characteristics as the sun reflects off their glassy surfaces. I always find it amazing how dynamic the landscape is here as well. Just by turning three hundred sixty degrees, I can see flourishing vegetation, charred forests, breathtaking lakes, tremendous rock formations, and even snow-covered tundra. This area is so unique that the sheer beauty of it is almost overwhelming and despite the fact I’ve only been there twice, it remains in my mind, attesting to its perfection. Nowhere else can I find such a powerful geographic display, a display showing such a wide variety of distinctive topographic features.
When I’m at A-Frame, my only desire is to sit and observe. I smell the crisp mountain air and the flower’s fragrances. I hear the wind blowing through the pines, water running over smoothed and weathered pebbles, and the silence that true awareness brings. I watch the grass bend in unison to the wind’s will, the creek’s water carry away dirt, grass, and rocks to less striking destinations. It’s the place I travel to in my mind during stressful times, when I think of beauty, and when I need to visualize a spectacular location. Gazing out across the Rockies from so far above my home is invigorating. I concentrate on those powerful pointed peaks, gazing awestruck at their might, amazed that something so massive could rise from the flat earth. Life’s stresses, problems, and worries flow away with the cool water, and the land’s contrasts keep my thinking sharp and open to change. I feel in touch with the environment, a welcome change from the bustling, congested city life just down the mountain. My favorite place is somewhere I can escape, yet still be conscious to life’s occurrences. I’m able to accept and evaluate my thoughts in a very fluid manner, as if I’m meditating on my problems, successes, and tasks. On the cabin’s deck, I can think clearly, taking in the surrounding landscape and understanding that the very land, the very wood I’m sitting on exists to comfort my mind.
To me, the comfort I feel at A-Frame originates from the contrast in the land. Different aspects keep my mind alert and adaptable, allowing me to take care in my thinking. The charred trees circling the sight bring more morbid thoughts, while the light green grass around the creek emphasizes peace, harmony, and self-awareness. The rocks and tundra above represent the difficulties ahead in life and the lakes further back on the trail could signify achievements, happy moments in my life that shine no matter where I am. Standing in the intersection between these landscapes allows me to stand at an intersection in my life. The past, present, and future then collide in a glorious moment. A-Frame, when I’m there, represents all my life’s aspects. It’s easy to take in the beauty and think back to memories or ahead to the future. I enjoy living in the moment and recognizing the details around me. So, in a way, the trail and A-Frame symbolize my life. As I see the land, I see my actions and myself in it. My frame of mind is peaceful and I’m able to take life as it comes. By hiking for a mere four hours, I’m able to journey to a life changing location that will forever reside in my thoughts. I’m thankful that I live so close to such a thought and emotion provoking place and while others may travel across the globe to reach their favorite place, mine remains accessible and close. It’s a very comforting thought. My favorite place is A-Frame because it creates an intersection in my mind, brought about by nostalgic scenery.