literature
Travel literature includes guide books, travel memoirs and the curious experiences that happen when you seek adventure.
S'more Please
Who’s to say a barn owl isn’t a s’more? Imagine silence. A silence that only comes in the wildlands right before the world starts to wake up. The down in your sleeping bag provides tremendous warmth and protection from the outside elements, but it’s not enough to protect you from your own bladder. With a sigh you slide out of your cocoon and reach for the zipper on your tent, but a rustle on the outside stops you.
By Louise Altman5 years ago in Wander
Morphed
The young straggler moped cautiously across the rickety wooden bridge towards what looked like a tavern surrounded by ominous mist. Each step felt like an eternity for what was but a simple movement for most, was starkly difficult for the traveller. Iris had wandered many plains across countless months to reach this place but was still yet to know the meaning behind her journey. Deep within her, she knew that this experience could only hold the answers that she had sought after within her infra consciousness for all these years.
By Katie Kinnear5 years ago in Wander
Never Left
One Saturday morning I woke up exhausted. Tired of the routine that life had spun. I was sick of not enjoying my life. So I packed, not aware of the journey ahead just following the compass of my heart. I returned to this beautiful quaint area I loved in Florida. When I was young I would imagine being swallowed up with the mermaids and being free amongst the stars and the dolphins. This place was perfect. I miss that optimism and sparkle my life once had. I just want a night of laying down and looking up. Looking up to the colors of the nights sky and its glory.
By Briauna williams5 years ago in Wander
Bujito in the symphony
Bujito Heridontus stood in the orchard looking at the knotted and gnarled trees as the moonlight illuminated the landscape in front of him. The fog rolling in was more like mist, a sort of thicker moister than fog had usually been. Bujito wondered where the fog was coming from because it was like a low hanging cloud rather than fog that rose like steam. It moved in from the north as the winds shifted to sift through each other, heading south from our summer to theirs like the fowl he watched in flight transitioning to stay with the warmth and as the cold southern winter air collided with the northern summer air Bujito was at that meeting point watching the fog take form out of nowhere to engulf the entire orchard in the morning moonlight before the light crested the horizon. He could hear the who of the owl sounding through the night in its nocturne beckoning to the change of day one hour before sunrise. Bujito had been sole witness to instance like these strange occurrences so often.
By James M. Piehl5 years ago in Wander
Owl Flames
There was a fog that covered the grassy green mountains around me as I sat outside thinking of what I was going to do next in life. The night was chilly and quiet as I wrapped myself right in my blanket. Wishing I could capture a picture of the beautiful scenery around me. There was no way my phone could capture the beauty of what was beyond my eyes.
By Ruby Estelle 5 years ago in Wander
Sirloc
To start with, you have to ask yourself one thing, "Do you have an open mind?" Well open enough to think that there could be magik in the world. I don't mean the kind you see on TV, but the kind you have to feel to realize it's a real thing. Sometimes your eyes can deceive you and that makes them somewhat unreliable. For me my eyes are a lot to me but to some that haven't seen with them, they really don't know what their missing. Now do you believe that there are things and situations that just can't be explained? If you do then this just might be of some interest to you. Now this is from the point of view of an onlooker that for a lot I was but some I was part of. Dates, Places, and Names have been changed that's pretty much it.
By Linsey Tulip5 years ago in Wander
The Caves at Wadi Rum
Maritza looked through the pictures from the archaeological site, marveling at the Thamudic wall art. She’d always dreamed of exploring something like this. Her best friend Daniel had found them while rock climbing in Jordan outside Wadi Rum. Daniel was an adrenaline junkie, he had been since they were kids, and he used his skills as a stuntman to get hired for movies that took him to places he wanted to go. This time it had been a trip to Wadi Rum for the filming of part of Rogue One so he could climb the mountains. To her surprise, when shooting wrapped, he had stayed there instead of coming home.
By Jennifer Ryan5 years ago in Wander
The Second Vortex
Part Two: Chapter Twenty Four: The Second Vortex Let Mother Earth heal you. This is the thought I wake up with on the third day of the trip. Jon and I are going to Cathedral Rock today. Yesterday was the masculine vortex, and today is the feminine. There are still a ton of clouds, but we can see a bit of blue peeking through them. Jon and I make a sandwich for breakfast and are ready to go hiking shortly after. We pack a couple of protein bars and lots of water and then climb into the rental car.
By Stefani Milan5 years ago in Wander
A Constant Reader's Dream
Imagine reading a book and thinking, "Wow, I'd love to visit this place!" Regardless of its nature, that's how I feel about Bangor, Maine! Opening the pages of a Stephen King book and wanting to truly experience the locations that inspired so many of this iconic writer's books and plotlines have always been in my nature.
By Jessica Gomez5 years ago in Wander
