Nothing But a Phonograph
Skiing down these woods brings nostalgia, joy and tears. While making my final turns for the season, I enjoy every one. The tears glistening in my eyes, tears of a season well spent and a season that has now ended. They are not merely tears of sadness they are tears of memory. With them stay laughs, fights and conquer. It’s not this mountain we conquer, or any mountain, it’s ourselves we conquer as we move throughout the seasons. This mountain is embedded into my heart like songs on a vinyl record.
So Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, I know I’ll see you soon again. It’s not just a run or a road, it a passageway of enlightened souls. As it leads me through life and bestows clarity upon me. It’s truly majestic no matter the season. Looking down the snowy hillside and down into the gully you witness joy. Each season it’s a different scene yet I still feel the same way. The foot hill of the mountain, standing here you either have a long journey ahead or you’ve survived for another.
I’ve grown on this mountain and I know it like the back of my hand. Almost every hiking trail, ski run and pass has been traveled by me. It’s spring time in the Rockies and as I look down this slope I see thin dusty snow and the new foliage emerging from beneath sinking root for another green summer. This Yellow Brick Road always lies gorgeous as you can see down through the trees or up to the skyline of monstrous mellow mountains, tops barren like grandfather’s head. Nothing beats the view of where I lie and the smell of these beautiful pines. My seventeen years have been short but I can easily say they’ve been good for most of them has been Colorado living. To witness Colorado its majesty is wonderful, yet, to live it and experience its magic is more than words can describe. The respect of the people and how they care for the mountains is half the beauty itself.
This world is not fully ventured by the majority of its inhabitants so they cannot witness majestic nature untouched by man where it sits still in serenity. This earth supplies us with air, water, food, fossil fuels and love. In return we give her pollution, we destroy her forests and we murder her creatures. Humans embedded within the Earth’s surface like parasites sucking her dry and ruining her air. We dump our chemicals and waste within her streams and oceans while she carries on by supplying us with fresh water. We abuse her even though she is our true mother. She put us in this world yet she hasn’t decided to take us out. Radiating hope from within our society her children slowly learn to respect her after many years of nurture and pain.
I’m an outdoor enthusiast and love extreme sports. I venture and explore mother earth with vehicles ran from petroleum, shoes made from factories and skis consisting of plastic, I work for a construction company and wait tables to afford these affairs as these jobs use forests for hosting cattle and chop its lumber to build homes. I don’t believe in full separation from our endeavors. I believe that we should start to revolutionize the way we think. We should revolutionize the way we think, we should aspire to keep the mother we have before sucking her dry and watching as she dies. Revolution doesn’t happen overnight but it can happen over years and over these years we face a new threat, ourselves. The threat is that we can’t be trusted with all of these responsibilities to keep this planet for generations to come. Growing, a new generation is forming of bright thinkers and leaders. To change this world and to protect we first have to realize we are protecting ourselves and that we are simply putting our own lives into our hands. You may not suffer from this environmental change but one day humanity will.
Hello, Yellow Brick Road, I see you again and in your twists and turns I see revolution of active Coloradoans taking charge. We walk your trails and you offer us pleasure and leisure as we meander you route. Straight carved from the earth for the goal of witnessing your beauties and the nature that lies back here in the woods. Destroying the trees and foliage for your path was a tribute to the rest of this nature, a tribute that let us see untouched beauty and to gain respect for the Colorado wilderness. This path is a barrier, a barrier of respect guiding us down your corridors of trees and flowers that teaches us to stay the trail and to respect the trail. See this barrier is not enforced yet it is understood that when you break it, others will and once many break its boundaries, then we are left with no boundaries, where we roam nothing but land molested by humanity.
This earth would thrive without humans yet it can thrive with them. My Yellow Brick Road reminds me that there is hope for humanity to start anew. Without this Yellow Brick Road I wouldn’t be reminded of the respect Earth needs daily. As I my perspectives, age and looks change so does the Yellow Brick Road. Salvation is found within its corridors. The Yellow Brick Road is alive and it is as human if not more human as any human I’ve met. There’s a saying that my mother told me when I was little, “Treat anybody as you’d like to be treated.” The mountain must hold its heart beneath The Yellow Brick Road for I feel every emotion on the mountain right here overlooking its hillside. Whether it’s with my friends, alone, winter, spring, summer or fall I feel the mountain’s spirit right here. So as the mountain is embedded within me like songs on a vinyl record, The Yellow Brick Road must be the Phonograph. I haven’t conquered the mountain, I’ve conquered myself.
So Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, I know I’ll see you soon again. It’s not just a run or a road, it a passageway of enlightened souls. As it leads me through life and bestows clarity upon me. It’s truly majestic no matter the season. Looking down the snowy hillside and down into the gully you witness joy. Each season it’s a different scene yet I still feel the same way. The foot hill of the mountain, standing here you either have a long journey ahead or you’ve survived for another.
I’ve grown on this mountain and I know it like the back of my hand. Almost every hiking trail, ski run and pass has been traveled by me. It’s spring time in the Rockies and as I look down this slope I see thin dusty snow and the new foliage emerging from beneath sinking root for another green summer. This Yellow Brick Road always lies gorgeous as you can see down through the trees or up to the skyline of monstrous mellow mountains, tops barren like grandfather’s head. Nothing beats the view of where I lie and the smell of these beautiful pines. My seventeen years have been short but I can easily say they’ve been good for most of them has been Colorado living. To witness Colorado its majesty is wonderful, yet, to live it and experience its magic is more than words can describe. The respect of the people and how they care for the mountains is half the beauty itself.
This world is not fully ventured by the majority of its inhabitants so they cannot witness majestic nature untouched by man where it sits still in serenity. This earth supplies us with air, water, food, fossil fuels and love. In return we give her pollution, we destroy her forests and we murder her creatures. Humans embedded within the Earth’s surface like parasites sucking her dry and ruining her air. We dump our chemicals and waste within her streams and oceans while she carries on by supplying us with fresh water. We abuse her even though she is our true mother. She put us in this world yet she hasn’t decided to take us out. Radiating hope from within our society her children slowly learn to respect her after many years of nurture and pain.
I’m an outdoor enthusiast and love extreme sports. I venture and explore mother earth with vehicles ran from petroleum, shoes made from factories and skis consisting of plastic, I work for a construction company and wait tables to afford these affairs as these jobs use forests for hosting cattle and chop its lumber to build homes. I don’t believe in full separation from our endeavors. I believe that we should start to revolutionize the way we think. We should revolutionize the way we think, we should aspire to keep the mother we have before sucking her dry and watching as she dies. Revolution doesn’t happen overnight but it can happen over years and over these years we face a new threat, ourselves. The threat is that we can’t be trusted with all of these responsibilities to keep this planet for generations to come. Growing, a new generation is forming of bright thinkers and leaders. To change this world and to protect we first have to realize we are protecting ourselves and that we are simply putting our own lives into our hands. You may not suffer from this environmental change but one day humanity will.
Hello, Yellow Brick Road, I see you again and in your twists and turns I see revolution of active Coloradoans taking charge. We walk your trails and you offer us pleasure and leisure as we meander you route. Straight carved from the earth for the goal of witnessing your beauties and the nature that lies back here in the woods. Destroying the trees and foliage for your path was a tribute to the rest of this nature, a tribute that let us see untouched beauty and to gain respect for the Colorado wilderness. This path is a barrier, a barrier of respect guiding us down your corridors of trees and flowers that teaches us to stay the trail and to respect the trail. See this barrier is not enforced yet it is understood that when you break it, others will and once many break its boundaries, then we are left with no boundaries, where we roam nothing but land molested by humanity.
This earth would thrive without humans yet it can thrive with them. My Yellow Brick Road reminds me that there is hope for humanity to start anew. Without this Yellow Brick Road I wouldn’t be reminded of the respect Earth needs daily. As I my perspectives, age and looks change so does the Yellow Brick Road. Salvation is found within its corridors. The Yellow Brick Road is alive and it is as human if not more human as any human I’ve met. There’s a saying that my mother told me when I was little, “Treat anybody as you’d like to be treated.” The mountain must hold its heart beneath The Yellow Brick Road for I feel every emotion on the mountain right here overlooking its hillside. Whether it’s with my friends, alone, winter, spring, summer or fall I feel the mountain’s spirit right here. So as the mountain is embedded within me like songs on a vinyl record, The Yellow Brick Road must be the Phonograph. I haven’t conquered the mountain, I’ve conquered myself.