After returning to the Golden Trout Camp for the second time in four years, I picked up a horseshoe, just as I had my freshman year. However, instead of grabbing the horseshoe awkwardly while trying to remember the names of the fellow freshmen who I was playing with, this time I grabbed it confidently as my fellow prefects picked up the remaining horseshoes. We played as the boys played cards in the background. I chucked my horseshoe forward, sending it significantly farther than it needed to go, as it crashed into the dirt, which quickly turned into a plume of dust. As soon as the dust cleared, any hope which remained that my horseshoe was close was destroyed as I saw it laying well behind my desired goal. My fellow prefects chuckled at my inability to throw this small metal object before they sent theirs flying. None of us came close, but the game wasn’t about winning. We played for roughly thirty minutes as the sun slowly set in behind the mesa, leaving GTC in its shadow. While it was one more day which was coming to a close in my final fall extra day trip, I was not sad to be leaving another day behind, rather hopeful of what would follow in the coming year. It had been three years since my last trip up to Golden Trout, but now I returned as a senior, again surrounded by freshmen, however I was no longer one of them. While they all embark on their first year of Thacher, I begin my last the exact same way I began, finally coming full circle.