It has been my pleasure to share my own experiences and thoughts with all of you over the past few weeks. Personally, I found the experience enjoyable and interesting. One of the reasons I keep writing blogs is to keep a record of my own feelings and thoughts (while earning some ELI dollars). Recently, I encountered a big challenge in my blogging career: Writing a blog about the Lynn Canyon trip.
I have been trying to write this blog for days, but I couldn’t force myself to do it for a number of reasons. Although I have gathered many feelings and come to many realizations about the Lynn Canyon trip, my poor vocabulary and rhetoric techniques prevented me from expressing those feelings. I have never felt this powerless before. All I can do is to try my very best and hope that my writing still makes sense.
For a long time, I found myself trapped in a loop circling back and forth between confusion and revelation. Sometimes, I can’t persuade myself to finish my homework before watching a movie on the Internet. Time after time, as I tried to look for more information about Arts One, I got carried away by online fiction. Neither tea nor coffee could help me to find the lake of tranquility that I used to see in my mind’s eye.
On the 5th of August, I signed up for the Lynn Canyon trip with the hope that nature would calm me down. Unfortunately, I had to take the bus to downtown to meet the rest of the group. To make the matters worse, a series of unpleasant incidents occurred before we even arrived at the park. Some of us were late; my banana turned bad; the bus driver parked at the wrong location and had to take a U-turn….
Despite this, we arrived at the park at around 11. Up until then, I was regretting spending my voucher on this trip. However, those regrets immediately disappeared as I saw the suspension bridge across the canyon. As the trip went on, I was impressed by nature’s graces. I breathed it in. Sometime later, we arrived at the Twin Falls. Although I hate climbing down hills, I slowly climbed down the slope with the rest of the team. Although the place was peaceful and quiet, I was told to leave nothing behind for the sake of not attracting bears. When we reached the stream at the bottom of the slope, everyone was relaxed. The water there was so clean and clear that I was tempted to make tea with it. According to the CAs, this water is the result of the melted snow and ice at the top of the mountain. At another waterfall, dozens of people jumped into the water for a swim. Although I enjoyed the scenery as much as others, there were people shouting and yelling which destroyed the peace of the mountains.
For me, the most enjoyable moment of the trip did not happen until the afternoon. After carefully examining the map, the CAs took us to Rice Lake. When I saw the lake myself, I had the feeling that I was in Southern China. The entire lake and its surroundings were an ideal place to film martial art movies and television soap operas. As a fan of those movies and TV shows, I have always had the belief that the martial arts is real and that it exists in places like this. In other words, the visit to Rice Lake accomplished one of my childhood dreams.
In addition, I was able to fully relax and appreciate this gift from nature. I closed my eyes and tried to listen for the sound of the birds nesting. In this transitory moment, my friend captured my image on my phone. This picture, as well as many other pictures, interrupted the tranquility which I experienced both in real life and in my mind’s eye.