Memoryscape

Phyllis Theroux views her brain as an unevenly frozen pond.

If I were to see my memory scape in geography, it would have some chasms and some crumbling edges, nothing that I would be scared to revisit. Two years ago, when we went to the Havasu falls, after going half way into that convoluted tunnel, my legs started shaking and when I was told that I had to climb down facing the rock, I gave up. I will try again. I want to go beyond and see the cascade falls. I want to see the wilderness.