A quote: “The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.” ~~ John Muir
I’ll start with a story …
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I come from a long line of curmudgeons. Never appreciated it growing up as the idea of spending weeks on end trudging in the wilderness to hunt, trap or drag out trees certainly never said “oooo fun!” to me.
Some skinflinty great-grand found this plot of land surrounded by miles of wilderness and glomed on, passing it down with threats of dire consequences to any ne’er-do-well who would dare to sell it.
Watching my kids thrive when the wife and I know what is happening back in the ‘real world’? I thank God for letting me embrace my inner curmudgeon.
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Now, it’s your turn.
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Cameron says: So alternate worlds are not science fiction. It’s real and we can travel to them. There are certain restrictions of course but the knowledge we’ve gained has been invaluable.
Right now, I’m making my way up a path to a cabin in the middle of BF nowhere. This world is one that we use for educational purposes.
They’re colder and more miserable than they’ve ever been and their clothes aren’t helping them much.
“So,” I say in greeting. “In this world, all industrial activity was stopped and the Earth cooled. How did you like your month of living like this?”
This cold-weather gear was supposed to be rated down to forty below, but right now Mikhael Yehuda couldn’t wait to get to that little cabin. He was getting to the point he wanted to tell Spartan to knock off the jokes about a brisk morning walk. Right now all Mikhael wanted to do was get back to the redwood forest, where the temperatures were more reasonable.
But he knew why his ur-brother should find this weather far easier to bear — he’d been born and raised in Siberia, where weather like this was unremarkable. Mikhael had grown up in a land where snow at sea level was a rare and memorable occurrence, and people who wanted to indulge in winter sports traveled to higher altitudes, or went abroad.
And this was not a recreational trip. The two of them had a mission to complete, one that might well be critical to the survival of the Sharp Resistance and ultimately the restoration of the Republic. And given the tenor of some of the Administration’s recent pronouncement, quite possibly vital to the long-term survival of his own homeland.
Lewis says: The sun is stuck in the trees, no smoke from the chimney. Stinking little brats, still in their sleeping bags trying to stay warm. Bet there’s nothing warm to eat or drink either. Sure enough they’ve eaten all the snack bars.
They’ll be waiting when I hit the door and will get the same answer! “Sorry, no mail for you!” My mail is from their parents, “Keep it up til you see results, that’s why we’re paying you”. Their mail goes into the locked trunk under my bunk, they can read it when they get where the results are measured!
Eileen Milligan says: She checked the backpack one more time, ‘yes, the box is there.’ she checked her water and retied her hiking boots. Picking up her walking stick, she followed the narrow path into the forest.
Damp from rainfall, the path was covered with leaves and pine needles and soft beneath her boots. There was only the whisper of the breeze through the trees and the sound of her breath as she hiked on.
The forest opened up and she was at the canyon. The air was an unearthly blue.
Reaching for the box, she released the ashes to the wind.
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