eight year old adults...
Yesterday Thomas and I set out for grand adventures unknown.
Really when we set out we didn't think much would come out of our walk. We were just going to go to a spot near the U of A to have a small sesh but all that quickly changed! We ended finding an unbeaten trail down into river valley where we proceeded to find and follow more unbeaten trails when we came upon what I called...
Lothlorien...where we discovered random articles of clothing, a homemade survivor sheltor, and a huge fallen tree to sit and smoke on with tons of red berries stored inside by our fat squirrel friend. In fact there were red berries stored everywhere!!! It gave me a warm fuzzy feeling inside...especially when we saw our squirrelly friend eating a berry while transporting a whole bundle to a hiding spot unknown to us. "No wonder he is fat", we said.
After a nice sesh we proceeded in our travels talking only in a british accent and repeatedly calling each other "brotha" and "sista". From there we searched for proper walking staffs (which once found were quickly ditched), made up stories about our imaginary gambling "fatha" and our dead "motha" and continued to travel far and wide in search of our next destination unknown.
We ended up finding our second destination by following the sweet call of a trumpet! We heard the the sweet scales being played and followed our ears to the sound where we came upon a more open part of the forest with a huge tree fallen inbetween two others about 7 feet off the ground. We knew at that moment we had reached our second destination.
We climbed our way up onto the fallen tree and carefully balanced our way to the middle and sat down. I made a Dirty Dancing reference but Thomas didn't get it. So from there we began our second sesh continueing to talk in our british accents. After our smoke and many good conversations it was time to carry on again but getting down from our fallen tree was posing a problem. So eventually I grabbed some balls and just jumped down....it was way easier than we thought.
From there we proceded and walked underneath the 109th bridge where Thomas posed the idea of climbing it to have a cigarrette on the second level. I opposed. From there we came upon a magnificent looking park...but it was filled with kids so instead of going to it we picked a spot in the sun on a hill where Thomas had a cigarrette and I ate a fruit to go.
It was at this time we came to the agreement that we had to begin our journey back up the river valley. Uphill proved to be a bitch over and over again so we eventually ended up taking a short cut straight up and out of the river valley. We tromped up the hill trying to keep a pace and after much toil and pain we reached the top where we collapsed on the grass and collected ourselves. Walking on flat ground never felt so good. It was when we exited the river valley our adventure really ended although we didn't stop talking in our accents until we were settling back into my apartment.
Our day had been filled and we both felt very accomplished.
The moral of the story: Something can always come out of nothing.
Really when we set out we didn't think much would come out of our walk. We were just going to go to a spot near the U of A to have a small sesh but all that quickly changed! We ended finding an unbeaten trail down into river valley where we proceeded to find and follow more unbeaten trails when we came upon what I called...
Lothlorien...where we discovered random articles of clothing, a homemade survivor sheltor, and a huge fallen tree to sit and smoke on with tons of red berries stored inside by our fat squirrel friend. In fact there were red berries stored everywhere!!! It gave me a warm fuzzy feeling inside...especially when we saw our squirrelly friend eating a berry while transporting a whole bundle to a hiding spot unknown to us. "No wonder he is fat", we said.
After a nice sesh we proceeded in our travels talking only in a british accent and repeatedly calling each other "brotha" and "sista". From there we searched for proper walking staffs (which once found were quickly ditched), made up stories about our imaginary gambling "fatha" and our dead "motha" and continued to travel far and wide in search of our next destination unknown.
We ended up finding our second destination by following the sweet call of a trumpet! We heard the the sweet scales being played and followed our ears to the sound where we came upon a more open part of the forest with a huge tree fallen inbetween two others about 7 feet off the ground. We knew at that moment we had reached our second destination.
We climbed our way up onto the fallen tree and carefully balanced our way to the middle and sat down. I made a Dirty Dancing reference but Thomas didn't get it. So from there we began our second sesh continueing to talk in our british accents. After our smoke and many good conversations it was time to carry on again but getting down from our fallen tree was posing a problem. So eventually I grabbed some balls and just jumped down....it was way easier than we thought.
From there we proceded and walked underneath the 109th bridge where Thomas posed the idea of climbing it to have a cigarrette on the second level. I opposed. From there we came upon a magnificent looking park...but it was filled with kids so instead of going to it we picked a spot in the sun on a hill where Thomas had a cigarrette and I ate a fruit to go.
It was at this time we came to the agreement that we had to begin our journey back up the river valley. Uphill proved to be a bitch over and over again so we eventually ended up taking a short cut straight up and out of the river valley. We tromped up the hill trying to keep a pace and after much toil and pain we reached the top where we collapsed on the grass and collected ourselves. Walking on flat ground never felt so good. It was when we exited the river valley our adventure really ended although we didn't stop talking in our accents until we were settling back into my apartment.
Our day had been filled and we both felt very accomplished.
The moral of the story: Something can always come out of nothing.