Over time my site has changed phenologically and also from what appears to be storm-caused changes. It went from being covered with vegetation in the under and overstory, to bare, filled with snow, and now bare again but with new life emerging. The trail to my site has changed with the ground torn up and trees fallen and displaced everywhere appearing to be caused by a storm or potentially even human actions. Major landmarks I’ve become familiar with are the stream that runs through my site with the sound of its trickling water and the tall, beautiful hemlock grove centered in the middle of my site. Nature and culture intertwined here because it was originally Abenaki land and then stolen by colonists. Also, the land was used as an ROTC camp and a medical waste dump for cadavers. Regarding feeling as a part of the place, I don’t feel I’m part of it, but I do feel that I have influence by going to it. I don’t consider myself a part of the site because I felt I didn’t heavily impact it and more was an observer for various occasions than an active part of the system as a whole.
