Rails and Trails (Part 2 of 3): We're Not Really Strangers
Hi from West Glacier, Montana! I am boarding my Amtrak back to Boston in a couple of hours, and I wanted to sit down and write this series of blog posts before I forget any details. You might ask yourself, "Why am I in Montana and getting on an Amtrak?" I went on a break trip! The Dartmouth Outing Club sponsors a smattering of student-led trips around the world throughout the year, and I was lucky enough to join seven of my classmates on an epic backpacking adventure to Glacier National Park. The catch on "Rails and Trails" is that we only use public transportation leaving from Boston, hence the Amtrak! It has been such a great adventure that I feel compelled to write three blog posts about it. This is my second post, so feel free to click here to read about the trip's sense of place. Today's post is all about my lovely fellow trippees (the people on the break trip with me)!
When I was accepted to Rails and Trails in July, I wasn't sure whether I wanted to go on the trip; I barely recognized any names copied on the emails, and I was afraid of spending two weeks with people I didn't know. I was daunted by the possibility of feeling lonely on a trip that would already be physically demanding. But, after talking with my family, I realized I needed to push myself outside of my comfort zone. So, I responded to the email in the affirmative. I am glad I did.
Since the trip ends two days before the fall term starts, I knew that I needed to move my things for the term to Hanover before stepping on the train and heading to Montana. As this date was long before fall dorm move-in day, I needed to find a place to spend the night before meeting up with the rest of the trip. I nervously texted one of my trip leaders, Kelby, and she immediately told me that she could pick me up from the Dartmouth Coach station and that I could spend the night at her off-campus house. From that moment on, I knew that I was going to be with some good, caring people.
Including our trip leaders, there were eight of us on Rails and Trails. Throughout the trip, we rotated through tent groups and hiking orders so that everyone got to know each other well. I think that the strategy was pretty successful, given that my peers were telling me facts about myself that I didn't even remember mentioning by the end of our hiking adventure.
One of my favorite parts about our group was the diversity in class years: there were three '27s (including myself), one '26, and three '25s. When my sister graduated from Dartmouth this June, I felt like I was losing a key part of what I love about Dartmouth: inter-class connections. I adored getting to spend time with seniors as a first-year student. Earlier this summer, I was afraid that I wouldn't have friendships like that this fall. Now, I feel confident saying that I will have '27s, '26s, and '25s to turn to at all points in time.
Above all else, this break trip taught me that you can drop any group of Dartmouth students in the middle of the woods, and we'll be happy. We might not all be from the same place and might not study the same thing, but we all share a core love of the Upper Valley and nature. With that, I realized we were not as different as I initially presumed. Even the middle of Montana can feel as warm and cozy—like Dartmouth's campus—when surrounded by Dartmouth students who felt like strangers only a couple of days before.