When I first arrived here, time seemed to move at a snail’s pace, but as the time went on I began to see things in a different way. After about three months of doing almost the same thing every day, my body and mind became so accustomed to what is coming next, that as I was working inside and outside, the moment was gone before my brain could register it.
During our last three expeditions, we were told that time flies by here near the end, and we should try and soak up as much of whatever it was we were doing as we could. This opened my eyes to the true beauty of nature and people. On our February expedition, we hiked up to Bus Camp, and then on to the Tri-State area in about two feet of snow. All that we did, the hiking and making fires with frozen wood, slipped through my fingers before I ever had time to get down on myself or feel bad that I was out there doing it.
Being at FMA has given me a gift. I now no longer complain about where I am or what I am doing. I merely enjoy what I have and where I am because I don’t know if I’ll ever see these mountains or put a pack on my back and go camping this way again.
Time moves on. I have learned to cherish each experience and not to take for granted that the things I am seeing and doing will be here forever.