Surviorman’s Best Story Ever
Bryan June 23rd, 2008
I thought WildrLog readers would enjoy this clip of Les Stroud (Surviorman) describing his best story ever: being chased by a male moose during the rut. Enjoy!
Archive for June, 2008
Blogwatch: Tom’s Hiking Essentials
Bryan June 14th, 2008
I just happened to be catching up on my blog reading and ran across this post on 10 Essentials for Happy Hiking from Tom Mangan at Two Heel Drive. Whether you’re an experienced hiker or a newbie, you’re sure to pick up something from the article.
What did I pick up? Nylon hiking pants. I always wear jeans or cotton cargo pants or shorts hiking. I’m gonna have to get a pair Tom.
Explore your world this weekend
Bryan June 13th, 2008
Here are some ideas:
- Tennessee State Parks
- Tennessee State Natural Areas
- Big South Fork National Recreation Area
- Great Smoky Mountains National Park
It’s such a brilliant place.
Quotable
Bryan June 8th, 2008
Face to face with real death one does not think of the things that torment the bad people in the tracts, and fill the good people with bliss. I might have speculated on my chances of going to Heaven; but candidly I did not care. I could not have wept if I tried. I had no wish to review the evils of my past. But the past did seem to have been a bit wasted. The road to Hell may be paved with good intentions: the road to Heaven is paved with lost opportunities.
-Apsley Cherry-Garrard, The Worst Journey in the World
Cherry-Garrard was part of the British expedition to study Antarctica in 1911-1913. He writes this in his memoir of the ordeal of being stuck in a hurricane-force blizzard in Antarctica in the middle of winter. Their tent had been blown away and thought they would never return.
Shoutouts and notables
Bryan June 2nd, 2008
- Thanks to Randy at Ethos for mentioning WildrLog in his Love at First Site series.
- And to T.L. at Crosspolitics for picking up on the post I did on Global Warming a few weeks ago.
And I want to note an extremely eloquent post by Meg at Megaphone on Christians and the Environment. Well said Meg!
Space Shuttles, Dreams, and Me
Bryan June 1st, 2008
Yesterday as I was in line at airport security, my friend Eric in Florida called to tell me a shuttle launch was scheduled for 5:01 EDT, about the time I would be arriving at his house in Melbourne. He suggested I go to Cocoa Beach and try to catch it. I was absolutely giddy because I’d never seen one in person.
It all started on April 12, 1981 in Ms. Stanfill’s second grade class. I was seven years old. She stopped class and allowed us to watch the first space shuttle launch, the Columbia, on a little 13″ black and white TV she had brought from home. Wow, the thunder and roar! I was in awe!
In 1983, my parents took me to visit my aunt in Titusville. Of course, I had to visit Disney World, but the main reason I wanted to be there? Kennedy Space Center. My aunt’s (now previous) husband Rick worked there. I even still have the old shuttle mission manual he gave me.
On January 26, 1986, I was at home from school due to snow. I still have the video tape of footage from that day. It was the day 7 astronauts “slipped the surly bonds of earth to touch the face of God.”
I dreamed of working for NASA and even flying the shuttle and going into space. And as media interest waned in the space program, mine did as well. But it never left me the same. It steered me to science, engineering, technology and computers. And maybe it even planted in me the seeds of exploration and adventure.
Everything had to go perfect for me to get to the beach in time. The plane had to arrive on time. Baggage had to be there on time. Rental car process had to go smoothly. It did.
Traffic was absolutely atrocious on the Beeline and I thought I wouldn’t make it. I passed the last chance to park before getting on the causeway with 3 minutes left. Traffic creeped up the causeway. I knew I was done for. And at 5:00PM EDT, traffic stopped above the Indian River with me at the causeway pinnacle. I’m not sure I could have had a much better vantage point if I’d parked. I looked out the window and saw the launch pad light up. And suddenly I remembered why I studied so hard and why I went to engineering school. And I remembered just how easily and how far I’ve let myself stray from my dreams.
About a minute later, the thundering sound reached me. For just a brief moment, I was a seven year old little boy again.
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