Cairn.

The first time I was ever at Walden Pond in early 1999, I thought the cairn near the house site was made of stones from Thoreau’s chimney. I thought it was strange that no one had stolen the stones and made some awesome bookends. I didn’t realize that people actually brought them up to the spot on purpose. Though I’m sure people take them all the time, thinking the same thing that I thought — else that pile would be a mountain by now. I considered it once before I visited in April 2000, musing in my dorm room at Goucher over cheap vine and/or vodka. I’m glad I didn’t.

For the first time three weeks ago, I actually found a stone and added it to the pile. I chose a small one because I didn’t want to make the pile very large. And I am lazy and wasn’t feeling well that day.

I hope that people will visit a spot significant to me after I am dead. If only ya’ll understood the awesomeness and it’s world-rocking potentiality. Or maybe you do, and that’s why you read this blog.

Don’t call me humble.

[Oh yeah, I uploaded some Walden Pond photos to Flickr in this set here. And I'll upload more in the coming days.]