Dense forest surrounded the thin road. The sound of rustling leaves and chirping crickets filled the air. The sun struggled to break through the impenetrable foliage, casting the world in a shadow that seemed inescapable. Every so often, another car would drive by; a reminder of the busy world that existed close by. I was again searching for a place to meditate, and had discovered this state park located on the banks of the Mississippi. Little did I know upon arrival, I would soon be lost within myself, within my mind, and within the Mines of Spain.