Where I live, the snow hasn't come down much the past few years. I have fallen into the snow-falling winter village fantasy.
I went to the bar with some friends, drank myself drunk, drove home in a half-in-the-bag state. It's snowing and the snow is pretty deep. When I get to my suburb, the snow has only just been plowed. I got to my house, put on warmer clothes then went to walk to neighborhood mailbox, about 10 minutes walk. I am vaping THC cartridges on the way.
Start feeling it halfway to the mailbox. Collect mail. As I am walking back, while walking through a very woody part of the neighborhood, the THC and alcohol surging through my veins is striking with efficiency. It's cold, so the blood is pulled to my body and pumps the intoxicants into my brain. I have a moment.
The woods, the street, the little lamplights in the neighborhood illuminating the road and the driveways to the condo... The snowfall crashing against the trees and the ground...
I kept walking and came upon a stream in the woods next to the street. The slight sound of the babbling stream was beautiful. Everything else is silent save for the falling snow. The cold is not bothering me at all, it's more like an opposite blanket of whos cold embrace is accepted for what it is.
I feel like I could walk on this cold road forever but I can't. I want to. The winter village fantasy is alive, now.
I go back home, fingers numb and face stinging. I walk through the door and wander the house for an hour lost in ecstasy. I want to go back out but I'm too cold. The cold doesn't mean anything but a small compliance officer in my brain is halting my desire to stay outside longer.
I wrote the Stalker Innawoods Challenge a long time ago. I'm a fair bit more versed in the outdoors now, and I wanted to get /out/'s perspective on what I should change in it.
A lot of it is hyperspecific /k/ autism focused on getting autists innawoods. Yes there are legally dubious bits, but it's all in the spirit of the thing. From an /out/ perspective, is there anything especially dangerous or notable that should be changed before I publish the next version, aside from the implied endorsement of trespassing and getting drunk innawoods with guns?
hi /out/ i've been trying to get into diving but to put it bluntly i cant swim that well nor can i dive very well without a mask. i've done a "diving baptism" (idk how do you call that in proper english but its basically a first dive where an instructor helps you most of the time) and i'd like to learn how to use the bottles and everything by myself but i'm a bit afraid. any tips or advises for beginners /out/?
pic related is one of the places i've considered for diving instruction. i know that's indoor and not that cool but where i live you dont have that many possibilities plus i thought strarting indoor might be better for beginners
Well, let’s take a day in January, and let’s suppose I wake up about 3:00 a.m. to find that snow is falling. I start a fire in my stove and put a pot of water on. When the water comes to a boil I dump a certain quantity of rolled oats into it and stir them for a few minutes until they are cooked.
The I take the pot off the stove, add a couple of spoonfuls of sugar and some milk— made from powdered milk. While the oats are cooling I eat a piece of cold boiled rabbit meat. Afterward I eat the oats. I sit for a few minutes before the open door of the stove watching the fire burn down, then I take my clothes off again, get back into bed, and go to sleep.
When I wake up, the sky is just starting to get light. I get out of bed and dress myself quickly because it’s cold in the cabin. By the time I’m dressed there’s a little more light and I can see that it’s no longer snowing and the sky is clear. Because of the fresh snow, it should be a good day for rabbit hunting.
So I take my old, beat-up, single-shot 22 down from the hooks on the wall. I put my little wooden cartridge-box, containing 16 cartridges, in my pocket, with a couple of books of matches wrapped in plastic bags and a sheath knife on my belt in case I have to build a fire in an emergency. Then I put on my snowshoes and take off.
Seattle is completely overrated as an /out/ destination. Cities like Provo, SLC, LA, and SF are situated in foothills of massive mountain ranges which means it only takes 20 minutes to access a variety of trailheads. Seattle on the other hand is two hours away from the olympics, two hours away from Rainier, and 90 minutes away from any good part of the Cascades. These roads are not accessible for half of the year which means you're resigned to circlejerking all the normie garbage between Issaquah and North Bend. Yeah, Seattle has ACCESS to some worthwhile /out/ in the state of Washington but calling it an /out/ city is a straight up lie.
