Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Most seniors just carve their names into a tree or a dorm wall (which I did), but I wanted to leave something bigger. Something that really spoke to my transformation as a person, and that truly marked the places that meant the most to me.
Alfred was a rural college. A short walk off campus you could climb the fields and hills that overlooked the campus valley, listen to the carillon echoing and for four years I had climbed those hills in rain and snow and sun, and they had a lasting effect on me. In April of 1992, with my graduation looming I began reflecting and to construct a monument to my time at Alfred on the green hills overlooking the valley where I had spent so many pleasant afternoons wandering.
Today, I realize with the advent of satellite photography that my little stone circle, 22 years old at the time of this blog, still stands, much to my surprise. If you are ever in Alfred New York, and happen to climb the Pine Hill just south of campus, up the fire road, past the water tower and into the fields. At the top of the ridge you should find the broken remains of my stone circle.