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I Hate the Snow
When I was little, there was nothing I wanted to see more than snow. Growing up in the suburbs of Melbourne, while there were certainly cool winters and plenty of rain, there was never any snow, and rarely opportunities to travel to places where there was such. Thus until the age of perhaps eight or nine, I had never seen or experienced real snow.
Amelia LockhartPublished 5 years ago in WanderLondon's Kew Gardens
Nestled in Richmond, Kew Gardens is London's horticultural den of tranquility. It is certainly worth the trek to see this South-West London beauty, any time of year! I visited last month, camera in hand, to explore its 75 acres of lush landscape—where it's seemingly Golden Hour all day long.
James WilliamsPublished 5 years ago in WanderThe Last and Only Eastern Prairie
It is hard sometimes to remember when you live in suburbia, that there are mysterious and haunting nooks and crannies. Hempstead Plains is one such place. It seems impossible, for those of us who were there before the mega stores and shopping centers, that everyone appears to have forgotten the old Long Island. Lindbergh's flight across the Atlantic is commemorated by a sign, right in front of Macy's in Roosevelt Field Mall. That sums up our history from the developer's side. Today, we must make a stand to preserve what remains of the only true prairie east of the Appalachians.
Monica BennettPublished 6 years ago in WanderJoshua Tree National Park
It was a long drive into the desert. Hungover from the night before and forever in a rush, we hit the freeway with only music and conversation to distract us from the unbearably straight roads to the desert. After a few hours containing only the occasional pit stops to stretch our legs we arrived in the National Park and drove straight towards the cliff that held view of the Coachella Valley and San Andreas fault. In one direction we could see the journey we had just made and the mountain range we had driven though; in the other it was a clear view to the US/Mexico border 96 miles away. So, we just stood there; taking it all in. Every direction you looked you saw something new or notable.
H.W. WrightPublished 6 years ago in WanderBack Country Fishing in the Sierra Nevada Mountains
It's September. It's hot. It's dry. You tell yourself, "I think it's just over this next rise, it's got to be." But it's not, because it never is. It's always farther than you think.
Jack MillerPublished 6 years ago in WanderThe Blue Layer: Free Diving
In the modern everyday world, silence is rare. Cars, people, phones, and everyday background noise rattle our eardrums every hour, of every day of our lives. To those who are lucky enough to be able to hear (and it is without a doubt a privilege), the world is a constant sympathy of sounds. Constantly changing, intensifying, moulding the way we take in information and engage in every day life. But isn't it nice sometimes to be quiet?
Smoke & SlatePublished 6 years ago in WanderBest Waterfalls in Washington
Panther Creek Falls I love the location of this waterfall. I saw it in the middle of winter. It was snowing and everything was covered in white as this waterfall trickled down a rock wall high up in the Gifford Pinchot National Forest. This waterfall is located near the Washington side of the Columbia River Gorge and the whole area is gorgeous!
Shawntelle MoncyPublished 6 years ago in WanderListening for Bigfoot
A few years ago, my wife and I awoke about 4 AM on a windy night to an odd sound outside our second-story bedroom. “Do you hear that?” Julie asked me in a whisper. I said I did.
Scott FisherPublished 6 years ago in WanderZion
Happy Birthday Zion, and all of the other National Parks!! I've been so eager to talk about my trip to Zion although I restrained myself so I could publish it on the National Parks Service 102nd birthday! It seemed fitting.
Keegan GrayPublished 6 years ago in WanderStranded—10 Days That Changed Our Lives
There are certain days, where we feel drawn in a certain direction. Maybe it’s fate playing her cards, maybe it’s some other spiritual force, we’ll never know. There will be no reason, no logical explanation, just an inexplicable urge to follow that road. This time, unknown to us, it would be a time we’d never forget. A time we’d learn so much of what it means to struggle. What it means to be stripped bare of everything we’re so falsely told we need in this life, and what it means to blindly and boldly trust, let go and fall into the safety net of Mother Nature.
Kader FollesPublished 6 years ago in WanderFish
I’ve always wanted to see the world and explore all it has to offer. The opportunity seems to become more and more accessible to me each waking moment. I’m only sixteen. In fact, I turned sixteen in Ireland.
Kacey NicosiaPublished 6 years ago in WanderHow I Deal With Having Three More Seasons Than I Did Before
I really enjoy winter. It kind of baffles people how I could, seeing as I am from Southern California and it doesn't get much lower than 60°F. I just enjoy it so much. Especially after having moved to Texas, it's just such a great time of year. The cold. The sweaters. The shawls. The boots. The hot chocolate and warm coffee. The lit fireplaces. The marshmallows. The warm sun on a brisk 30°F morning. But aside from that, what could possibly be just as exciting before the winter chill hits? Fall.