There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

Definition of Walkabout :

a short period of wandering as an occasional interruption of regular work
Showing posts with label Four Wheelin'. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Four Wheelin'. Show all posts

04 July 2016

Black Point Fissures

I find a double track trail that splits from the dirt road. A small weathered sign has the faded words inscribed, "Black Point Fissures".

I find those three words intriguing enough to put the Jeep into four wheel drive, and slowly lumber down the destination unknown.
The sun has broken up the cloudy and overcast sky, shining brightly and illuminating everything in brilliant afternoon colors. I dodge and weave through soft sand and scale rocks until I come to a black volcanic hill. I get out and touch the sand, and let the electricity coarse through my body.

I start to climb.
The hill is deceptively steep, and so I zig and zag my way, hoping to summit before the sun sets. I peer down and see a group of hikers along the shore, seemingly looking like army ants dotting the expansive landscape. They are none the wiser of the presence above them.
I stop to catch my breath, put on my mask, and rest in the volcanic sand. Clouds drop moisture onto the lake in the far distance. The wind is howling through the brush, the sun sparkling against the snow covered mountain peaks behind me.

It's a moment of perfection from Nature that I'm captured in.
I run down the hill, twisting and spinning with giddiness. I happen to have a video running, and it catches pure happiness on my face.
Goal accomplished.

03 August 2015

four wheels & cottontails

Love is inclusive. It Unites.
It knows not of separation.
Grow in the Light of Love
and it's Heaven's Promise
that you will be fulfilled.
These words rattle around my skull as I shift into gear and follow the road until it turns into dirt, leaving the cabins and trailers behind in the morning dust.

I want to remember Fruitland from the mountain top, the specks and dots of those I love down in the valley below. I turn the corner, push the throttle, and continue to climb.
Cottontail rabbits are everywhere, hurriedly running from the sound of the engine. The irony of my own departure isn't lost with the scampering of soft bunnies feet.

I smile and continue to climb.
The engine chokes at 10,000 feet. I calmly rock the machine back and forth until she gets back into neutral, then start again.

Sometimes I need to heed that same motion into this new phase of life.

I push the motor's limits and feel the whipped frenzy of wind against my face. My hat goes flying off into the sagebrush.

A helmet would have prevented such an incident, and should be worn anyway....

This ride wasn't about safety though, it was about memories.

and in that respect, the day was a success.

08 May 2015

Quad ridin' in the Zambian bush

If you find yourself in Zambia, and have had your fill of Safari's and gorgeous waterfalls, try going four wheeling through the bush. It may just be one of your favorite unexpected adventures.
Let the dust fly as you race around century old Baobab trees, keeping an eye out for animals that may just be around the corner.

Let the late afternoon African sun drench your face in warmth as you marvel at the scenic beauty.
Stop in a local village to meet the students of a school. Hang out with them and learn about their studies, family and country.
When you need a break, enjoy the best Orange Fanta you have ever tasted in your entire life, and marvel in the experience.
Yeah, if you are looking for something a little different, you should certainly try some quad ridin' in the bush.