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edited the title so it doesn't look like another book reccomendation thread.
I just read the whole Gary Paulsons Brian books and am in the mood for some stories about the wilderness.
Show off your writing abilities here, tell us about a great day you had on a hike, or make up a short adventure story, in the vein of Jack Londons great short, "To build a fire."
I'll start, I guess. It's going to be about finally getting to my land this summer and clearing it off for a cabin.
The sun breaks slowly over the lake, making the fog shimmer in the cool morning. I am up at the break of dawn like I have been for the past 3 days,
I get the fire that had smouldered all night under a thick bed of ashes crackling nicely with the help of a large pile of dry wood, stored neatly under a tarp a short distance away.
I then fill 2 pots with lake water, one for my breakfast and one for tea and then bathing. I make oatmeal and eat it right from the pot, with plenty of brown sugar and blueberries, and wash it down with a cup of tea and a bit more brown sugar. I mix some water with some biscut powder and make some lunch for later that day. On a few green sticks it bakes quickly over hot coals, It just can't be too wet or it will droop into the fire.
I use the remaining hot water to dump into a stainless pot with holes in the bottom, raised about 7 feet off the ground. Filled to the right height I know
I have 4 minutes to wash, brush my teeth, and sing a couple of songs at the top of my lungs. The air is still chilly, but the sky is clear and I know I will wish for it to be this cool again more then once today.
I strap on my life jacket and get into my 12 foot aluminum canoe, a gift from my dad, and paddle out into the lake, heading left only about 30 feet offshore, looking for a few young birch trees to take home and make into campfire furniture, and some good stones to make steps down to the lake.
The sun has fully risen now, and It is already to warm for my thin fleece pullover. Soon I am forgetting to look for my rocks and sticks and am looking instead out over the lake as I silently glide through the water. I see several trout jump, but I am in the mood for peanut butter today.
Knowing I have a busy day ahead of me I head back, I'll make the furniture this evening.
There are many deadfalls and much of the lakefront property that had beloneged to my Grandfather, then my uncle, then me, was choked and tangled. I start up my chainsaw and get to work, chopping up the old, seasoned dead log in small enough pieces to be dragged away. They will be burned at a large party I am having for the whole family later this summer, the first of its kind in close to 50 years. I am planning to roast a whole pig and take people for trips out in the canoe to the large floating dock for a cool dip in the lake, and sing and play guitar all night. Everyone will be camping so a large area must be cleared.
Also, I need to be able to see how it looks, so I can find the perfect spot to build my cabin. Me and my brothers and my 2 best friends, also my cousins, and my dad, 7 strong backs to build it and I know it will probably go up in under a week. Rome would have been built in at least a few days on ice cold Canadian beer, Just pay them when the works done for the day.
Ok, that's a start anyway, soory about the lack of paragraphs, I'm better on word. If this picks up I will write a few more for sure.
I just read the whole Gary Paulsons Brian books and am in the mood for some stories about the wilderness.
Show off your writing abilities here, tell us about a great day you had on a hike, or make up a short adventure story, in the vein of Jack Londons great short, "To build a fire."
I'll start, I guess. It's going to be about finally getting to my land this summer and clearing it off for a cabin.
The sun breaks slowly over the lake, making the fog shimmer in the cool morning. I am up at the break of dawn like I have been for the past 3 days,
I get the fire that had smouldered all night under a thick bed of ashes crackling nicely with the help of a large pile of dry wood, stored neatly under a tarp a short distance away.
I then fill 2 pots with lake water, one for my breakfast and one for tea and then bathing. I make oatmeal and eat it right from the pot, with plenty of brown sugar and blueberries, and wash it down with a cup of tea and a bit more brown sugar. I mix some water with some biscut powder and make some lunch for later that day. On a few green sticks it bakes quickly over hot coals, It just can't be too wet or it will droop into the fire.
I use the remaining hot water to dump into a stainless pot with holes in the bottom, raised about 7 feet off the ground. Filled to the right height I know
I have 4 minutes to wash, brush my teeth, and sing a couple of songs at the top of my lungs. The air is still chilly, but the sky is clear and I know I will wish for it to be this cool again more then once today.
I strap on my life jacket and get into my 12 foot aluminum canoe, a gift from my dad, and paddle out into the lake, heading left only about 30 feet offshore, looking for a few young birch trees to take home and make into campfire furniture, and some good stones to make steps down to the lake.
The sun has fully risen now, and It is already to warm for my thin fleece pullover. Soon I am forgetting to look for my rocks and sticks and am looking instead out over the lake as I silently glide through the water. I see several trout jump, but I am in the mood for peanut butter today.
Knowing I have a busy day ahead of me I head back, I'll make the furniture this evening.
There are many deadfalls and much of the lakefront property that had beloneged to my Grandfather, then my uncle, then me, was choked and tangled. I start up my chainsaw and get to work, chopping up the old, seasoned dead log in small enough pieces to be dragged away. They will be burned at a large party I am having for the whole family later this summer, the first of its kind in close to 50 years. I am planning to roast a whole pig and take people for trips out in the canoe to the large floating dock for a cool dip in the lake, and sing and play guitar all night. Everyone will be camping so a large area must be cleared.
Also, I need to be able to see how it looks, so I can find the perfect spot to build my cabin. Me and my brothers and my 2 best friends, also my cousins, and my dad, 7 strong backs to build it and I know it will probably go up in under a week. Rome would have been built in at least a few days on ice cold Canadian beer, Just pay them when the works done for the day.
Ok, that's a start anyway, soory about the lack of paragraphs, I'm better on word. If this picks up I will write a few more for sure.