literature
Travel literature includes guide books, travel memoirs and the curious experiences that happen when you seek adventure.
Owl Flames
There was a fog that covered the grassy green mountains around me as I sat outside thinking of what I was going to do next in life. The night was chilly and quiet as I wrapped myself right in my blanket. Wishing I could capture a picture of the beautiful scenery around me. There was no way my phone could capture the beauty of what was beyond my eyes.
Ruby EstellePublished 3 years ago in WanderSirloc
To start with, you have to ask yourself one thing, "Do you have an open mind?" Well open enough to think that there could be magik in the world. I don't mean the kind you see on TV, but the kind you have to feel to realize it's a real thing. Sometimes your eyes can deceive you and that makes them somewhat unreliable. For me my eyes are a lot to me but to some that haven't seen with them, they really don't know what their missing. Now do you believe that there are things and situations that just can't be explained? If you do then this just might be of some interest to you. Now this is from the point of view of an onlooker that for a lot I was but some I was part of. Dates, Places, and Names have been changed that's pretty much it.
Linsey TulipPublished 3 years ago in WanderMidnight motion
It’s a Wednesday night and I’m tossing and turning in bed. I cannot concentrate to continue reading my book and there is nothing on television that interests me. I try unsuccessfully to fall asleep and I can’t sleep. It’s a few moments before 11:30 PM and in my frustration I make a decision. It’s not one I make lightly but I put on some clothes. I debate whether I should walk or drive, but I know I am going out. I’ve decided to go to the store as I’ve done many other times. My family does not like it, but heading out near midnight whether driving or walking is my therapy. I guess you could say I’m a midnight owl.
Cheryl E PrestonPublished 3 years ago in WanderThe Caves at Wadi Rum
Maritza looked through the pictures from the archaeological site, marveling at the Thamudic wall art. She’d always dreamed of exploring something like this. Her best friend Daniel had found them while rock climbing in Jordan outside Wadi Rum. Daniel was an adrenaline junkie, he had been since they were kids, and he used his skills as a stuntman to get hired for movies that took him to places he wanted to go. This time it had been a trip to Wadi Rum for the filming of part of Rogue One so he could climb the mountains. To her surprise, when shooting wrapped, he had stayed there instead of coming home.
Jennifer RyanPublished 3 years ago in WanderThe day Toronto's Outer Harbour was quiet
It was so quiet I could hear the water gurgling under our hull. Usually I would only hear that on a canoe in placid waters.
Stepping in from the Cold
The frozen wind is bashing the heat out of life itself as it barrels down the Ottawa River from the north, freezing the small town of Hudson, Quebec, along its way. A couple of feet of snow cover the ground and more clings to bushes and trees. Snow crunches under tires and under feet.
The Second Vortex
Part Two: Chapter Twenty Four: The Second Vortex Let Mother Earth heal you. This is the thought I wake up with on the third day of the trip. Jon and I are going to Cathedral Rock today. Yesterday was the masculine vortex, and today is the feminine. There are still a ton of clouds, but we can see a bit of blue peeking through them. Jon and I make a sandwich for breakfast and are ready to go hiking shortly after. We pack a couple of protein bars and lots of water and then climb into the rental car.
Stefani MilanPublished 3 years ago in WanderA Constant Reader's Dream
Imagine reading a book and thinking, "Wow, I'd love to visit this place!" Regardless of its nature, that's how I feel about Bangor, Maine! Opening the pages of a Stephen King book and wanting to truly experience the locations that inspired so many of this iconic writer's books and plotlines have always been in my nature.
Jessica GomezPublished 3 years ago in WanderEarly Morning
"Early Bird gets the worm you know...." was the phrase that was uttered every morning at 5:00am when the Steelhead Summer run would make its way up the Skeena River toward the tributaries that housed some of the provinces largest sea-run trout.
Serena DeboltPublished 3 years ago in WanderMinnehaha
Taking the No. 55 light rail in twin cities towards the airport, you will hear a station name: Minnehaha Park. People often repeat it and laugh: Minne-haha--It sounds like a person is laughing, especially an Indian girl. Yes, that’s an Indian girl. She must be a lovely girl who loved to laugh.
Golden MaplePublished 4 years ago in WanderWhat Happens In Sapporo
After what seemed like forever, minus the amount of packing I had to do within a three days times, my parents and I finally landed in Sapporo, Japan. This was a bit exciting and depressing to me. All at once, I had to leave behind my friends and the place I grew up in since I was 6 years old in California. And I already started feeling homesick. I glanced over at my parents, who were still sound asleep until the flight attendant woke them up.
Sabal CloonanPublished 4 years ago in WanderRed Light, Go
It was a Thursday afternoon. I was sitting at my desk at work, bored from monotony. The phone rings. I answer reluctantly. It wasn't business. It was Juan, a life long friend from childhood. "There is a plane ticket waiting for you at the travel agency on 50th street. You leave tonight. Cheese, Lam and I will meet you at the baggage claim." "Juan, where are we going?" "You will find out when you pick up your ticket. Make sure you have your passport. See you Later." My drowsy state quickly dissipated. I grabbed my sport coat off the back of the chair and started my journey to 50th street.
Arthur RosenPublished 4 years ago in Wander