The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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It was quite the accomplishment to make it to the top of the mountain, but the distraction of having a cell phone at a young age took away from the beauty of the view. Although I had hiked up these mountains many times before on various colored trails, today was the first day we had successfully climbed the blue trail. This was the hardest and longest trail up the steep mountains but the distraction of worrying about losing my recent cellphone expedited the trip. Its better to enjoy what you have then take for granted what you don’t.

                  After two long hours of hiking up the rocky trails of Bash Bish Falls, my only adventure I got out of this was searching for even the slightest bar of signal for my “new” cell phone. This is the fifth, of many, replacement phones I have received in the past year. Although I have climbed throughout these mountains with my avid mother and younger, less athletic brother, today feels like the first time I accomplished getting to the top. When we first left the house this morning, the clouds were dreary and the humidity had just begun to set in, frizzing my usual straight hair beyond any product’s control.

                  I ask my mom, “Will there be cell service in the mountains?” Remembering last time this year, I had been waiting for a new one to come in the mail. Her humble laugh filled the car as her bright olive eyes looked up at me through her thick bifocals in the rear view mirror. My brother squirmed next to me, complaining about the dying battery inside of his Nintendo DS and listing all of the things he could have been doing today besides this. “Playing video games, sitting inside, listening to music, watching TV, and OH we forgot the goldfish!” He paused, “I’m going to starve up there, aren’t I? That was your plan. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten up this morning.” Sitting deeper in his seat, he crossed his pale arms and let out a “huff” as the air from his breath teased the thick brown mop sticking out of his hat. After exchanging several texts with my friend about having the worst weekend ever, we finally arrived at Bash Bish Falls. When we started to hike up the blue marked trail, the only thing I could think about was, “Please don’t let my phone fall out of my pocket on the way up. What if we die up here?” My mom looked back from her wooden walking stick she had found in the brush, laughing again as if she had heard my thoughts. “Are you even looking at the view?” she says. I shake my head in disbelief, “Of course. There are sticks, trees and more sticks. What else am I missing? You know we can see this at home from the comfort of the couch right?” My brother pipes in, “Yeah!” 

                  Finally, the green rolling valley opens and the warm sun shines down on my face. “We made it.” The large flat rocks in front of us overlook the valley, giving me a perfect place to sit and rest my aching feet. Flipping open my phone, two bars of signal appear and my phone begins to sing. “Ding, Ding, Ding” Excited to know I made it and could tell everyone I’m alive makes my mom laugh. I see her eyes roll through the transition lens. My brother says with joy, “Can we eat now?”

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May 2008
Bash Bish Falls, the corner of NY and MA

It was quite the accomplishment to make it to the top of the mountain, but the distraction of having a cell phone at a young age took away from the beauty of the view. Although I had hiked up these mountains many times before on various colored trails, today was the first day we had successfully climbed the blue trail. This was the hardest and longest trail up the steep mountains but the distraction of worrying about losing my recent cellphone expedited the trip. Its better to enjoy what you have then take for granted what you don’t.

Decade: 2000s
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Recorded by Gabriella deHaan on March 19, 2014
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