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The slopes are gentler at Swarthmore. Far from my home of Los Angeles and new to the East Coast experience, I remember an especially formative California adventure: backpacking across Catalina Island. I imagine myself rising and falling on Catalina’s rollercoaster mountains again, on a near-pilgrimage. It was fresh, budding spring, universally green, cold in the morning shadows of the valleys and scorching upon the mountain’s unsheltered peaks where I would sprawl on the picnic tables to rest — moments of stunning calm and exhaustion — and lift my head again to absorb the ocean on either side, making games
Source: On Walking – The Phoenix