The Pit

I know I still need to write about our new place, but near our new place is a place we like to call The Pit. We first noticed it when we were driving around looking for a place to rent, I mean, how could we miss it, it's this huge, strange hole in the ground. Let me explain, The Pit is exactly what it sounds like, just weirder. Around the top, it is the size of a high school track and then it gets small as you go down. It's kind of like a stadium, but without so many benches and made out of the ground. After living in our new place for a couple weeks, curiosity got the best of us and we decided to go check it out. After our three minute walk to get there, this is what we found out:




The Pit is a part of a public art collection called Earthworks. That's right, it's art. "The Robert Morris and Herbert Bayer earthworks were developed in conjunction with the groundbreaking 1979 Earthworks: Land Reclamation as Sculpture symposium." It was once a gravel pit abandoned in the 40's, that has now been recreated into a work of art.
So you're probably saying, "What's the big deal?" Well, it's not really that big of a deal, it's just weird. The Pit was created back in 1979, and our little community was not built until three years ago. Up until that time, The Pit was the only thing on the hill. This strange, large pit in the middle of no where, surrounded by trees. It's got this kind of eerie feeling about it, like a window to the past. While the whole world has been changing drastically around it, The Pit is exactly the same as it was thirty years ago! It's just weird.
Now that you all probably think I'm crazy, this is what The Pit means to me today. It's my own personal exercise facility! Because we live on such a large steep hill, going on walks with Aliyah was kind of brutal, but now, I've got a nice little track just a few minutes away! Some days I just walk around it and some days I go up and down, do a little stairs workout. Anyways it's nice to have a place where I can go to just get out of the house and work my body. A place that I don't feel like I'm going to pass out when I'm done and isn't right on the main road. But I can't help but wonder, was someone else doing the very same thing as me thirty years ago?