Posts tagged ‘hiking’

Put on some clothes!

I’ve be been hiking through the woods round my hometown with my kid lately. We’ve met a few people doing so.

First to mention is Pia, a girl a year younger than my son, whom he claims he loves. She’s blond, like the other girls he’s fallen for so far.

A couple of people with dogs, which reminded us both that we miss having a dog.

Most recently a pair of elderly ladies, who were really nice people, it saddens me that they’re elderly, because they’re so nice and that means in the not too distant future they’ll die, and make place for ASSHOLES.

Which brings me to the last group we encountered: assholes.

First off, the bicycle creeps.

Guys (and it is almost exclusively GUYS) riding their bikes at, what I can only describe as, terminal velocities, down WINDING HIKING paths, full of people, children, and dogs.

I hope they all have accidents that involve them falling in a way onto their wheels, crotch first, ridding the world of their genes.

Secondly, shirtless men.

These fuckers come, generally, in two flavours: chicken breasts, and bears.

No well defined Adonis, not a young Schwarzenegger. No.

Young dudes without muscles, or hair – sometimes badly plucked chickens, guys with some patchy hair – strut through the woods, dripping sweat like a pathetic miniature raincloud on legs, bearing an expression as if they, these human mole rats, were the new definition of manhood and manliness. Fucking incels.

The bear type is either fat, or hides a chicken breast beneath some fur, but is otherwise EXACTLY like the mole rat. Hideous and sweat dispensing.

You may not like to think of sweat, and much rather pretend that it waters the woods, but if it runs off of your body, it’s useless. If some clothing catches it, and it evaporates from there, that’s what cooles you down.

You may think you’re manly, but you are a disgustingly looking piece of shit – mole rat or bear – that reeks of desperation and, coincidentally, SWEAT.

Put on some fucking clothes you repulsive sack of body odour liquids.

I outlined to you a practical reason why – the disgusting, and unhygienic, sweat dispersal aside – its unpleasant.

YOU ARE UNPLEASANT.

To look at.

Your backpack is dripping wet, so you shifted the sweat problem from a piece of clothing to a piece of luggage, and you’re not an Adonis!

I’m not some prude who dislikes naked bodies, sense of place. Semi nudist in public, isn’t decent. It isn’t esthetic.

Stop it.

Go to the beach if you want a tan. Put on some fucking clothes when you want to hike. Or shop. Or eat.

Take care,

A.

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Vacation.Β 

Sorry to bore you guys and gals with my vacation stuff, but it is inevitable. Even weirdos like me go on vacation with the wife and kid. 


There’ll be hiking.


There’ll be waters. 


In case the weather decides to present us with an english summer,


I come prepared!
I don’t know if I’ll be able to supply you with new and exciting material while away. So I had prepared this little assembly of adventure for you.

Take care, A.

Creeks and Trees

The lcoation is called “Schwarzenberg Allee” here in my hometown. There is this little creek running down at the side of the way. It’s not as “feral” as usual, but we were there with the pram, and that requires a more even surface to drive on.

Please forgive the quality of the pictures, had to use my wife’s cam (cellphone) as mine (cellphone) was experiencing trouble with the SD Card…(perhaps I should switch to a smaller one, 16GB is a lot to take on…)

Treeline with trimmed grass in forground

The creek

A pond fuelled by the recent rains, trees usually don’t grow out of ponds.

Trees, Trees, Trees and Paths

A lonely statue in the middle of nowhere…

Lakes & Sunshine

Again out in nature, I begin to discover that I am behaving totally NON (clichΓ©) nerd-like recently. Always out and about in nature and all…anyways, here’s to you “Wienerberg” 4th August 2013!

Let me just say outright, even though bathing/swimming is forbidden in the largest of the lake there were hundreds of people in the water. Why is swimming forbidden? Officially: because they are fishing grounds. Inofficially: It’s a deathtrap! The whole place was once a site where silt was being “mined” for use as bricks. Later it became a dumping ground. There are vertical shafts 1 by 1 meter which can collapse at ANY time. Suction would drown ANYBODY. There are fences, railroad tracks and lorries down there – enough crap to get stuck in and die.
I’m no friend of natural waters anyways but this is the last place I’ll be going in…

Mediterranean

Runway Bridge

Reed & Grass & Stuff

LotR anyone?

Stuff

Lakes

Ducks!

Waters and Butterflies II

I have returned to the running waters of the creek, mostly in order to cool down our dog, and in order to catch some cooler breaths of air as Sahara Heat was being shoved over europe.
Enjoy!

Waters and Butterflies

Went outside again, this time with my father in law, my wife, my son and our dog.

A beautiful path through the floodplains of a little creek and a trail that runs next to it.


In between the twigs and the rocks small butterflies in turquoise fluttered around.


That’s the kind of Backdoor I’d like…make the path and the creek not AS public as this one, and more shade, but all in all…


Is it a second creek, or sewage hat is joining the creek next to that bridge? Looked like fresh water…

As with the last outdoor post – maybe more on a later date. πŸ˜‰
A.

Watchers and Guardians…

Went into the woods today, and I thought I’d let you see what the woods have to offer

Tower

Pond / Quagmire

Hurlocks attacking

Really, first time I went there, I thought that they must be rushing over the ridge any moment! πŸ˜€

But I let my imagination run amok rather easily, after all I am a writer and thus blessed with a very active imagination. These woods however help a lot, back in 2011 I found this:

2011

in the exact same spot today I found this:

2013

The location is watched over, or guarded, by this fella:

Watcher / Guardian

So yeah, once all my projects have come to a satisfying end, I will write about these woods, and how beautiful they are, but for now I’m letting these images speak for themselves.

A.