Over the weekend I visited Red Rocks Park for the last time this school year. When I went it was dark, rainy, and a little bit cold: a typical Vermont spring day. Returning for the first time in many weeks, the site had begun to open up to spring. New buds on trees had emerged, grass sprouts were returning, and vegetation was coming back to the park. It was quiet, with little signs of wildlife during the rain.

Over this academic year, watching my site change through the phenological phases and seasons has been truly beautiful to witness. I’ve enjoyed seeing the leaves change color in the fall, mourning their death in the winter, watching families of ducks paddle through the water, walking on the frozen-over bay, and seeing life begin to come back to this place. I’ve been here on quiet days, calm waters and sunny, as well as chaotic ones with strong winds and rain.









Landmarks
A special landmark to me at my site has been the northern red oak tree on the corner between the beach and the forest. This tree has seen dramatic changes through the year but has always held tightly onto its leaves, keeping them close all through the winter and into the spring, waiting patiently for newcomers to take their places. Minor landmarks I have become familiar with include the three large rocks where I sit and take in the site for all it has to offer, as well as the family of smaller eastern white pines, staying consistently needled through the fall and winter into the springtime.

Nature and culture intertwine
Red Rocks intertwines nature and culture by combining the natural areas with the recreation of local Vermonters. Residents often walk their dogs through the park and down by the water. Additionally, residents along the shoreline launch kayaks and canoes onto the lake from the shore. The recreation and outdoor experience culture of Vermont is easily observable here.
My part in this place
I consider myself a part of Red Rocks and have a relationship with it. I have brought my parents here when they visited me. I have brought my friends here to experience it with me. Every time I turn the corner of the trail to open out to the bay, I take in the views all over again. I sit on the rocks and listen to the lapping of the water and look down both ways of the shore to see if I am sharing the space with anyone else that day.



























