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  • Nature’s Calling

    Nature’s Calling

    The PNW, Pacific Northwest if you’re unfamiliar with the acronym, is truly beautiful. Tall evergreen trees, long windy coastlines, and mountain ranges that extend as far as the eye can see make up the views. Over the last two years I’ve had the privilege of exploring the many mind blowing trails with the objective of finding the best views of mountains and waterfalls. I’ve seen at least twenty different waterfalls and four major mountains and thats only dipped my toe into Washington and Oregon. There is so much more that I’ve yet to explore and I believe that’s what I value most about nature, once you think you’ve seen it all, you can travel at least ten miles in another direction and see something completely different. Nature doesn’t become boring and it doesn’t become stale. There are not many things in human life that can compare to that. Most people can agree with me on this statement as people have invested their time in sharing this idea on several platforms where they can connect with others.Where they share their hiking experiences and recommend their favorite trails. A brilliant idea if I may say so myself. 

    Now, my love for hiking is somewhat of a newer concept. I have my lady to thank for that. She really was the first person that exposed me to this “lifestyle”. Some of our first dates were hikes. With that being said it isn’t to say that I haven’t enjoyed the outdoors as a younger boy. I grew up in an old farm house that sat on several acres of land and as a child I was greatly encourage by my parents not to sit in front of the television screen, but to go outside. This made exploring the outdoors with my siblings very much a huge chunk of my childhood. Most of those memories I value deeply today. One memory that I look back on most of all is the ability to view nature untouched and unspoiled. Humans have a tendency of ruining the most beautiful things on Earth because we are reckless and selfish, so having a chance to grow up on “unspoiled” land was fantastic. This land had habit that was evolving every year once the river flooded in the fall. The lush vegetation became greener and spread over more land. As soon as fall ended I ran out the door with curiosity to see what changes were made to my imaginary world.

    Another aspect of nature that interests me is the things that dwell there. The sound of the various birds chirping to each other and the many different trees that make up the landscape is fascinating. Trying to understand why things are positioned the way they are and why certain animals live there whereas others do not is a constant question in my mind. I recently went to Willamette Nation Forest in Oregon and was completely transfixed. It was the first time I saw the Three Sisters, a series of mountains in Oregon and I left with the question of why three mountains are put in such a series that it looks perfect to the eye. Also not to mention my recent stay in Oahu, Hawaii. Oahu is completely different from my home landscape. The jungle, as I like to think about it, was very different from what I’m used to. There was clay, bamboo, and crystal clear blue water as apposed to pine trees, moss, and murky lakes. It was like rediscovering my love for nature all over again. Every five seconds included an “awe” moment and a grin from ear to ear at what I was seeing. This usually happens every time I visit a new place or geographical location. I anticipate that it will continue to happen until my body ages and doesn’t allow me to travel anymore. 

    Ultimately, my list of hikes to-do grows as the days go on. With ambition to hike in several different countries including New Zealand, Scotland, and Peru. Three completely different landscapes on opposite sides of the globe. Within this ambition I have many goals that are linked. They include, but are not limited to, hiking at least one-hundred miles per year, hiking at least once in all major continents (including Antartica), and lastly backpacking for several days on an extended hiking adventures. Something that I’ve already started to plan as you can never prepared too early when planning a trip like this.

    Lastly nature is extremely pure and I value that deeply. It’s pure in the sense that there isn’t human made noise or light pollution as some call it. It’s just you and the great outdoors. You can go there to escape from your busy live and recharge in a way that’s extremely therapeutic. I would recommend to anyone that is looking for a change to give the outdoors a chance, there is a slight possibility that you may fall in love with it.      

  • 11:17 am

    11:17 am

    11:17 am: Societies Wrongs

    A man and woman sit in benches across from each other in an airport terminal. Both far from home. Although they are not entirely sure what to talk about, nervous, they began to talk.

    Naturally, they began talking about the weather. Why does it rain so much? Why does the sun never shine as much as we want it? Truthfully, they don’t really care to know what the weather will, but it’s a safe conversation.

    Humor was the second subject, in which they quickly admire while exchanging a few less than perfect jokes about politics.

    Several minutes passed by and laughter had broken the ice. Together they established that they have an interest in reading. Evidence being they both have a ratty old book tucked under their arms. This prompted them to converse about their favorite authors, genres, and periods of time for literature. Poetry, she said and historical fiction the gentleman revealed.

    Even friendly territories were on the horizon. But something unexpected happened. The conversation stopped. The woman’s eyes gravitated to her pocket and revealed a device of sorts. It read 11:00 am in a luminous white font.

    The man paused in mid-sentence, deciding to rest for a brief breath, but the woman did not return to the conversation. She remained transfixed on her device.

    After some time patiently waiting for the attention of the woman to return, the man looked around the terminal to see that he might have been the only one who was interested in engaging in a real conversation.

    There was a café just down the stretch where the smell of freshly roasted coffee beans lured in its targets. One by one, people stopped by and ordered what he would assume to be either a dark chocolate mocha or perhaps a chai latte. (He believed that was the trend these days).

    Once they received their coffees, these targets sat down. Alone. Consensus contemplates sitting alone to be somewhat nerve-racking. It often makes him nauseous, to say the least. Fortunately for them, their luminous devices would rescue them. Their worries and fears were to be stripped away.

    In unison, they pulled out their preferred medium and connected with those that were thousands of miles away. Communicating with those that they’ve never met. Sometimes even to read what others were currently doing in their lives as if to bring some kind of significance to their own.

    The man viewed this occurrence as the tentacles of these luminous devices tangled themselves tighter around their readers’ heads.

    In utter shock, the man turned his head back to the woman in front of him feeling out of order.

    He continued his conversation in hopes to spark it once more. He asked if she had read a particular set of poems to which there is no reply. Quickly thinking that he had lost her, he asks what their point of view on the increase of online books was. This didn’t receive a response either. With one final hope, he asked where they are headed off to and that too received nothing. Not even a glance up from her eyes.

    The man glanced around one more time revealing that no one was communicating. He was depressed with his failure and proceeded to remain hushed.

    Finally, the man stood up to say his farewells as his plane had been called for boarding.

    He’s headed off to Rome for a holiday to start the novel that he has been putting off for far too long. Politely, he wished the woman a safe flight receiving no reply.

    “It was a pleasure to meet you,” he said. Silence remained.

    As the man strolled away, he finally understood what had occurred. People had altered from the last time he encountered them. They were always inattentive.

    That woman’s mind was submerged deeply into another medium. One in which he wasn’t welcome. One in which he was never to be welcome.

    An opportunity for a real face-to-face connection was missed.

    It had only been moments later when the woman’s eyes looked up to continue the conversation that she noticed the man had vanished. Confused she checked her watch. The time read 11:17 am.

    Seventeen minutes had passed.