July 6, 2019
On
Saturday, we embarked on the first of our many car rides to come throughout
this two-week journey. The first few hours before our departure were filled
with lots of awkward yet exciting introductions. We boarded the van and instantly
started to talk about our expectancies for this trip. While waiting for the
arrival of our co-director, the van that I was in had a good mixture of people
in it. People that I’ve known for a good while, people I’ve met at Heritage
(HU), and new people that I had never had the opportunity to meet during my
time at HU. During our wait we were able to learn that some of us share the
same backgrounds while others have backgrounds we have never imagined. So, of
course we started to speak about our upbringings, that lead to us having funny
conversations about growing up in Latinx households. We also spoke about the
anxiety of sleeping in small tents for more than three days and how some of us
have never camped out in their entire lives. That someone is me. I clearly expressed
my “newness” to this type of lifestyle, and they all sent out some form of
sympathy my way.
Once
our co-director arrived, and we got settled in, our road trip began. We drove
toward Harrah and before I knew it we passed what I knew as home, and entered
into this new area of land that I hadn’t yet ventured into. We continued to
drive past areas that I was in awe in. After a little bit of the rocky road, I
plugged my headphones in and crashed into a semi-deep thirty-minute nap.
We
arrived on the campsite at around four in the evening on Saturday night. It was
a beautiful site to look at. The trees were tall and majestic. The sound was
even more peaceful, it was as if I threw on a gallon of essential oils on my
head because all of a sudden, the outside world didn’t matter- well having no
service helped too. We set out to set up camp for us and that was an adventure
in itself. I have never put up a tent, so I was for sure feeling like I was
going to epically fail at this task but thankful Xavier and Briseida were able
to help set it up. After setting up we walked down to the river where we were
presented with a beautiful eye sight. The walk down had this beautiful entryway
that acted as an entrance to the river. When we got to the river the water was
so clear and refreshing to the skin. After our small adventure to the river, we
walked back up to the common area and started helping with dinner. Before
dinner was eaten, we were fortunate enough to hear a story and blessing by William
Don Teakheal, a Yakama Nation Elder. As the night began to unwind, we were
able to sit around the campfire and share stories of our past and get to know
one another.
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Life
Lesson:
Remember
to still take care of Mother Earth, no matter what ethnicity, culture,
profession, gender, or opinions you may have. Mother Earth gives us so much to take
her for granted. Also, everything has a purpose, from the rocks, to the
flowers, to the trees, and more importantly you do.
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