The Absurd
After going back to the Ghost Lights this past week, I decided I would write a piece about the first time I went back in high school. I ended up submitting it to The Phoenix (a school-produced collection of poems, essays, and art). The Absurd Growing up in the Appalachians, tall tales and old legends are as numerous as the trees in the forests and mountains they spring up from. When I was younger, I not only believed in almost all of them, but went out of my way to defend them against the discreditors; the dastardly “others” so grounded in reality they were incapable of dreaming. Part of the beauty of believing in those yarns was that they required complete faith. No one has ever actually seen Bigfoot, right? In the summer of my junior year of high school I crossed paths with a true American mystery, one that has left the minds of many clueless for centuries. I had heard about the spot from my older brother, who had visited it several months prior. After verifying the place ...
