We entered the Noland trail by the lion head bridge. It was amazing that once on the trail the hum of traffic cut off almost immediately. All you can hear when you’re on the trail is the sound of the trees and the gentle lapping of the water against the eroding shore. Before we got too deep on the trail, we heard something rustle in the leaves. It turned out there was a long black snake slithering through the floored leaves. It startled many of us. The sound was like a warning, that this was the snake’s place and we were guests. And we were. Walking the trail, we stumbled upon a fallen tree stump with two flowers in it. It was interesting to think what had been in there for the flowers to get there. They looked like they had been munched upon; possibly by a resting squirrel or some other animal.We talked about liminality in class all the time and the brief time we were on the trail definitely allowed me to experience that. When we watched the AT documentary we saw how the canopy of trees made a tunnel of green and that’s how I felt on the Noland trail. We were no longer among the hubbub of normal life but in between.
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