The book covered than in one chapter, but yeah, sounds good. There is still a gap at darien.
Buddy Levy writes some great historical books and he has two Arctic exploration books (he also has fascinating books about Hernan Cortes as well as early exploration up the Amazon River).
Agreed. I’ve read a couple of his.
Are you perhaps bald? I have a big mess of curly hair and I have to jump around and smack myself in the head like a crazy person when those beetles are around. If they come in to the house it’s even worse, as they lay low until I get in bed then come dive-bomb my bedside laptop as it’s the only light source in the house. They are not cute, whatsoever.
My friend had a Jack Russell who would leap up and catch them out of the air and eat them. Nom nom.
When I was a little girl we went up north to this highly wooded property with a nice house and there was another little girl there and we decided to camp out in the backyard. It was scary at night. We didn’t make it very long and eventually went back into the house, leaving the tent in the back yard. Sometime between the hour we fled the tent, and the morning, a bear came along and got into the tent, completely knocking it over, and that’s the last of my desire to ever go “camping” again.
Oooo. You would probably like ‘The River of Doubt’ Theodore Roosevelt’s Darkest Journey.
That looks right up my alley! It just so happens that I’m about done with a book and this is available through our public library e-book system with no holds so I just checked out. Thank you!
Did you have food in the tent?
Or even mint toothpaste?
The worst thing about the wilderness is stumbling across houses made of candy. Although this may sound pleasant, in my experience this leads to problems.
I always thought the breadcrumbs were a bad idea, particularly for starving children. But I was not asked.
Camping outside? No, I don’t even really like sleeping in a hotel room. If it’s not my house, I’m probably not going to sleep well. Plus, I habitually sleepwalk, and I’ve walked outside while doing it. I really don’t need to go wandering around the woods in my sleep.
I’m not sure. I was maybe six years old, and memory is hazy. It would surprise me if we did, however, because the people who lived there were very used to bears, so you think they would have warned us not to take food in the tent.
Here is a photo of my part of the wilds of North Olmsted. Oooh, scary.
Nightmare on North Olmstreet? Scary indeed!
When I move out of the mountains, I’ll need to start mowing again. But that beats pushing snow - which is actually kinda scary at my place. Chained up on all four and I had to winch out 3 times this winter (I have a winch on the back).
Looks pretty. Looks quite domesticated. Doesn’t look scary to me at all.
But if I had turned around you would see the mouth breathing, inbred guy with the chainsaw collection and all his “hams” hanging in the shed.
Him? He’s in the city. Lots more potential victims there.
Besides, he’s afraid of the Bear.