humanity
If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.
We Ran away from Scout camp.
I am listening as my mother and twin brother and scout leader argue. John declines the offer to enter grizzly bear country, John is my twin brother almost been side by side our whole lives. I laugh inside as I tune in, I ask myself the question, is he scared of a grizzly bear and I answer myself, I know I am. I am in the room next to them with a half wall separating my noisy ears from there conversation. So I tune in more as John hesitates to explain to the Church guy/scout leader, "well ya.. um you see I have this girl, her name is Heidi and her parents invited me to lake Powell from Friday to Sunday", "Great, you can come with us from Monday to Thursday" brother Page responds and I tune in to the plan that's designed. I realize this guy is full of shit and what he says is a lie. I knew it was a trap and a way for a church guy to be noble and ruin fun. But I act like I believe the guy and go along. "Kerry what do you say"?, "You and I will canoe John out of the camp to meet your mom Thursday so he can be with his shmirlfriend". Nodding even tho the color of his eyes were even brown., "yes I will make sure we get John out" I had done the high adventure briefing that twin was not there for because he was probably smooching his shmirlfriend. I knew the canoe ride alone was dangerous full of bear fishing waterholes. We were to canoe from Lewis lake up a 6 mile river to Shashone lake. I knew how badly lake Powell was a priority for John but man brother that's quiete the distance to go. In my mind I ask will he be ready for this journey, having a sense of the future through imagination. The deal is done John is added to the list of lunatics wanting to adventure through the back country. The day arrives, Monday is here and we unload our canoes getting our water proof containers (buckets) ready. I am dazing off staring at the girls group readying themselves for a hike. Listening more to their hike debriefing than our trip. Interrupted and taken from my dream Of wishing I were on that hike instead. I get a shout from Denny say "Kerry kid, hey are you paying attention". He saw where my eyes were wondering and probably judging my thoughts because that's what this guy did. I answered "yeah sure, of course" but I wasn't listening at all I had already heard and listened to the bad news of the unforgiving nature. Meaning the water and lakes were to be crossed and trailed in a specific manner. Denny is a ex special forces ranger. He never complains, and is like a geriatric GI Joe. He says to me, "okay than what is brother Page saying"?, "This is no joke Kerry scouts from a troop capsized and died of hypothermia"He responded,
By Kebrah Khool 3 years ago in Wander
Notes on Playing in Taut Ravines
When I was a young child, I had a wild heart. I was defiant and feral. When we moved out into the county from the heart of suburbia, I was five and a half years old…and I spent most of my time playing alone outside. I ranged the miles and miles of open, gently rolling hills behind our property, for years, without even a dog’s protection. And, closer to home, I played in a semi-deep ravine, the outlet of our neighbor’s deer pond. Its quiet rich earth seemingly always a moment’s breath away from breaking, the top crumbling down to meet the soft loamy bottom soil below. A drier and deeper ravine lead from a usually dry creek to our opposite neighbor’s stock pond. Both of these ravines were dangerous in their own right. The soft dark and deep chasm to the right of our property seemed a faery realm, but it was only held up by the roots of a perpetually falling burl oak. The other, a dry gash of parched earth, promised rattlers and other dangerous animals.
By Anna Cunningham3 years ago in Wander
Hitchhiking 101
Fuck. He got out of his car. The sky was spaced grey, the wind was strong, and the drizzle dropping on my face was extremely irritating. Only five houses were rising from the hills. The lights were off. A complete ghost town. A ghost village. Wait. Just five fucking houses, far away from any civilisation.
By Lili Grosserova3 years ago in Wander
Sat There By Your Lonesome
A Samurai with long yet messy black hair and a faded beard is sat quietly next to the ocean, waves colliding against the rockface just below him as he smoked intermittently on a cigarette. His arm frequently rested on his swords, a katana, and a wakizashi, as if to be a habit. His clothes were embroidered with flower pattering as his pants were a contrasting black. As he kissed the end of his cigarette, his eyelids hung low. He clicked his tongue before taking a long drag, throwing it into the ocean below as it continued to relentlessly crash against the rockface below, stubbornly smacking against an unbreakable wall. The Samurai chuckled at the thought, scratching at the side of his head. The pitter-patter of one's bare feet could be heard behind the Samurai, so he turned to look.
By CynicalPepper3 years ago in Wander
Episode 003: Home
What is a home and what is home? This word is very intriguing and has no real meaning as everyone you ask will say something different but I believe that a home is much more just a 4 walls a roof. I’m an architect and of course I think that way right! Well yes although I design homes for a living and I am very excited with each new project I get I wonder what the deeper meaning is behind the 4 letters. We all know that a home is where the heart is, but what does that even mean? How can a home be both a place and a feeling? Can home be a person? These are the types of a questions that fascinate me during my every day job and I would like to take a dive into what is a home.
By David Longpre3 years ago in Wander
Moving it with King Julian
I will not be the first to admit that for a very long time my knowledge of madagascan fauna consisted of a crazed ring-tailed lemur who memorably performs I Like to Move It at a rave for animals in the jungle. Years after my parents first took me to see the DreamWorks animation Madagascar, however, while rewatching the movie sequel for the umpteenth time with my boyfriend in our newly rented apartment in London, I came to an irreversible eureka moment.
By Irene Escobar3 years ago in Wander
Alice
Alice The woman opened her eyes to a blank ceiling. She glanced at the clock. It was almost time for work. She tried to move, but her body felt heavy like stone. A feeling of emptiness anchored in her stomach. She contemplated whether to stay in bed longer, but at the ring of the alarm, the woman immediately rose to her feet.
By Tumaris Hone3 years ago in Wander