I love reading books about adventures, real life adventures, about real people, with maps and photographs. Video not so much, in my opinion it can take away from the spontaneity of the event and turn it into reality TV feel.
A well written book can take you to the location and make you feel part of the experience. I read ‘Wild’ By Cheryl Strayed a couple of years back, and listened to part of it on audio. I became so engaged with the experience of walking the Pacific Crest Trail, a 1,100 – mile hike, that when someone asked me if I had seen the film, I said yes, but I hadn’t seen the movie at all.
The events along the trail were real to me, I could see them in my mind’s eye, the breathtaking scenery and feel the weight of the backpack, and the blistered feet… it was quite incredible.
I’m still a kid inside, and adventure is adventure wherever you find it. ~ Jim Dale ~
I wrote a post a while back, about finding your why, and exploring your childhood interests which sometimes can give us clues to finding our true purpose or direction in life, the things that make our heart sing.
Reading about real life adventures was something I loved when I was 12 years old. We lived in an old rambling beach side cottage at Burleigh Heads. In those days the land extended right from the Gold Coast Hwy to the Esplanade. The cottage has long since disappeared, and a multistorey building sits on part of the land.
An old musty smelling bookcase
I remember long hot summers and the incessant noise of cicadas when we walked, or should I say ran down to the beach, so our feet didn’t burn on the hot sand. The thing I remember most was a musty smelling bookcase, full of real life adventures books.
Life is either a great adventure or nothing. ~ Helen Keller ~
Mum and Dad rented this cottage from an elderly couple, Benny and Jessie Morris, they owned quite a bit of property around the area. Benny Morris was proud of his purchase at an auction of a few hundred books, the bookcase was in the bedroom that I shared with my sister. I can still picture him, a short round man with a strange moustache, which resembled that of a famous German dictator.
He said that we could read the books, but we had to look after them, they were valuable and cost a lot of money at auction. I can’t remember the amount he said but I do remember that it wasn’t much. I can still picture that room with its white paint peeling timber window frames that opened out onto the back-garden’s lawn. The book case was in the corner of the room, packed with old books.
The first thing that struck me even has a 12-year-old, was that these books were old and smelly. The pages were yellowed, and small insects (book lice) would run into the book’s spine every time you opened one up. Hardly valuable in my opinion, I suspected that Mr. Morris was a bit tight fisted.
In fact, to this day, I have a problem getting rid of old musty smelling books.
There were real life adventures in that musty damp book case, life experiences of real people with photos and maps, journeys across the Sahara Desert in an old car, trekking through the jungles of the Amazon and archaeological expedition in the Middle East.
One of the last books I read from that book case, was of a woman who rode her push bike across Europe, she could fold it up and put it in a suitcase.
Can’t remember the titles
Over the years I have searched for those books, unfortunately the titles have alluded me, it was over forty years ago. Most of the adventures were already decades old even then.
Nonetheless it fueled, an adventurous spirit in me… although I haven’t been involved in anything epic. All those real-life adventure books gave me a little courage and an expectation of not wanting to miss out on opportunities.
Whenever I was hesitating about doing things on my own, however small, I was disappointed in myself if I didn’t try. I believe those adventure books gave me that mentality or maybe developed it to something almost tangible.
I still love watching documentary about people and places. I remember those musty books with fond memories….
I am on another adventure now, and what I love about a real-life adventure book is you can experience it wherever you are and whenever you want to escape. Imagine taking the same route that Qantas did more than 95 years ago, but doing it in a little sea plane, a flying boat if you will.
I am sixty pages in and loving it! The background of the adventurer is just as interesting as the journey itself. For all you book adventurers this is one you should read. I know I couldn’t embark on such an adventure, the planning involved would be a feat on its own.
But wouldn’t it be nice just to be in the cockpit of that Searey for just one leg of the journey and have some hair raising moments, you could tell the grand kids about around a family dinner.
That would be a treasured adventure of a lifetime. More interesting than the kids telling strangers that Nan’s got a YouTube Channel with her child
We are all on an epic adventure now!
Sometimes we can get so engrossed with what others are doing and accomplishing, that we forget that all of us are undertaking an epic adventure… called life. It’s our own unique experience, our own path and we get to create and walk it.
Sometimes life takes unexpected twist and turns, we have to deal with. But one thing is certain if you want to have your own epic adventure to some faraway place and that’s what you dream about, it takes finances and planning to do it. If this describes you there is an opportunity to do something about it. I am, because there are things I want to cross off my bucket list, it might not be someone else’s adventure but its mine.
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