I rode my bicycle to Port Colborne again today and on my way came across “Derek’s Point”.
I’m going to let Derek’s words speak for themselves….
by Derek Zavitz
10/2/96, aboard ship…
The sun sank below a distant mountain on the horizon and the cold air filled our campsite. The Concordia crew gathered around a campfire to share stories about our eventful trek through Rapa Nui (Easter Island). We were all fatigued and all ready for a hearty meal to fill out empty stomachs. The food arrived and it was devoured instantly. The hunger pains we were all feeling vanished with the nutritious meal supplied by Vicki and her generous family. The moon and the stars were shining bright, enabling us to easily find our sleeping gear. I tied my sleeping bag to my back pack and headed towards some nearby moai that awaited me in the mountains. The moon reflected on the island’s surface, leaving a narrow path of bright light. I followed this path up the mountain and to a cluster of moai. I chose my sleeping location in front of two stone structures that towered over me. Their expression was plain, but inviting.
When my sleeping bag was ready, I crawled into it with one layer of clothing on to keep myself warm from the cold air. The two moai were directly behind me and their facial features formed a shadow over my body. I knew my two friends would protect me from the rain, wind and any rocks that might break lose and fall down the mountain. For some reason I felt secure sleeping on a mountain surrounded by massive stone sculptures on the most isolated land in the world.
That day I had learned many different things about the moai. Enough information for my imagination to run wild. I realized I was sleeping among objects that are still a mystery to the world, no one is certain where, when, why and how these structures where built.
I was high enough on the mountain to see the Pacific Ocean, the rugged Rapa Nui terrain and a clear view of the moon and stars, the same scenery the moai have been staring at for hundreds of years. I felt a part of history, a part of a creation, a part of something spectacular. At some point during this fantastic experience I fell asleep.
I was awakened by a falcon crying for its prey. The sun had not yet risen, so I decided to climb further up the mountain for a better view. Just as I reached the peak the sun appeared over the clouds, making the sky brilliantly red. The heat of the sun dried up the morning dew that rested on the scattered vegetation. I sat on the cliff two hundred feet above the ground, thinking about how thankful I am to be able to have experiences such as these.