A Peregrinator Thread.

[remy_lebeau8]

Double post.

 

[remy_lebeau8]

Hell, thats the furthest south for me, cept for just one time to Ohio

I'm a river rat. Always have been. Probably Always will be. Only a Michigander would get that

 

[thør]

Head a couple hours north..I'm guessing...and I'll show you hiking country

*cough*

 

[chillywilly2]

*cough*

Hey, he's used to Michigan...southern Michigan...think about it

 

[thør]

Hey, he's used to Michigan...southern Michigan...think about it

I have no idea how people can live in such a flat spot. They pile up garbage into hills to ski on!

 

[remy_lebeau8]

I have no idea how people can live in such a flat spot. They pile up garbage into hills to ski on!

Hey! We are quite fond of mount trashmore! Southern michigan isn't all flat. The brooklyn and irish hills area are quite, well...hilly

 

[sigh]

Being near big water brings me peace. Meditating on an empty beach is even better. There's something about the waves rolling in, one after the other; it's like a physical mantra that you feel in your bones.

I love the Michigan side of Lake Michigan. Endless beaches run nearly from Buffalo all the way up to the tip of the Leelanau Peninsula. Walking the dunes is awesome (if exhausting).

 

[sigh]

I have no idea how people can live in such a flat spot. They pile up garbage into hills to ski on!

We have a town not far from my home that's named Flatville, for a very good reason. There is beauty in flatness, if you take the time to enjoy it. Nowhere is the sky so overwhelming. Watching summer storms roll in makes me tingle all over. You can feel it in the air, and smell it in the wind.

 

[thør]

We have a town not far from my home that's named Flatville, for a very good reason. There is beauty in flatness, if you take the time to enjoy it. Nowhere is the sky so overwhelming. Watching summer storms roll in makes me tingle all over. You can feel it in the air, and smell it in the wind.

You can have the flatlands. I'm sure they're necessary for something. I like a little relief in my view.

 

[Wings]

This makes me smile, after a delicious dinner we all congregate to the family room and relax in front of the fireplace. The dog is never happier than when we're all together as you can see.

http://i1230.photobucket.com/albums/ee485/inkedamazon/HappyGigi2_zps35b61eac.jpg

 

[girlsmiley]

Being near big water brings me peace. Meditating on an empty beach is even better. There's something about the waves rolling in, one after the other; it's like a physical mantra that you feel in your bones.

I love the Michigan side of Lake Michigan. Endless beaches run nearly from Buffalo all the way up to the tip of the Leelanau Peninsula. Walking the dunes is awesome (if exhausting).

Being in the ocean brings me peace. Chin on my board, salt in my eyes and sun on my shoulders. The cool water around my legs. It's good.

 

[JamieJ424]

I am sick, and I have a sick kid to look after, and I am sleeping on the floor in a quarantine environment so that Mrs J424 stays healthy. I can't train which sucks because my early season form has been excelent and it's slipping away. Not a lot of reason to be happy on paper, but yeah, I really really am.

J

 

[Riles]

I am sick, and I have a sick kid to look after, and I am sleeping on the floor in a quarantine environment so that Mrs J424 stays healthy. I can't train which sucks because my early season form has been excelent and it's slipping away. Not a lot of reason to be happy on paper, but yeah, I really really am.

J

This is doubtful.

 

[sigh]

You can have the flatlands. I'm sure they're necessary for something. I like a little relief in my view.

Every cloud is different, in shape and shade and size, and they come in layers sometimes, with the lower ones outpacing those above in entrancing patterns.

Find a small rise (or even an upstairs porch) and you'll see the fields spreading out in patterns of green below you. Corn is different from soybeans; wheat from alfalfa. And in the autumn they change into differing shades of golds and browns. In the winter the fields are furrows of black dirt, striped with lines of shifting snow.

You'll see grain elevators lined up in three mile intervals, and know that they're connected like dots on paper by the tracks of trains. And river valleys are winding lines of trees that disappear into the distance. The sky spreads out in endless shades of blue.

At sunset, the west can be brilliant with color and if you turn a slow circle the sky darkens until when you face east, it's darkened to nearly black, with the first stars coming alight. Like I said, there is beauty there, and relief for your eyes too, if you just sit back and drink it in. I once lived in a farmhouse in Iowa. I've never found a place more peaceful than that, and doubt I ever will. It makes me smile just to remember it.

 

[glynndah]

Has Perg abandoned his thread? I haven't seen him around in a while.

 

[Peregrinator]

Has Perg abandoned his thread? I haven't seen him around in a while.

Never! I just had a day where I never really made it to the keyboard is all. I'm glad it's working as intended, giving people a place to hang out without the drama and general shittiness this place can engender at times.

 

[sigh]

Being in the ocean brings me peace. Chin on my board, salt in my eyes and sun on my shoulders. The cool water around my legs. It's good.

Sound good. I've never surfed, but I do love to swim, and cutting my way through the waves to find a sandbar where the water is shallow enough to sit is great fun. The water is always warmer there and with the sun beating down, it nearly makes me drowsy. Then diving back again to the deeper, darker, colder water is like a fresh splash in the face.

 

[thør]

Every cloud is different, in shape and shade and size, and they come in layers sometimes, with the lower ones outpacing those above in entrancing patterns.

Find a small rise (or even an upstairs porch) and you'll see the fields spreading out in patterns of green below you. Corn is different from soybeans; wheat from alfalfa. And in the autumn they change into differing shades of golds and browns. In the winter the fields are furrows of black dirt, striped with lines of shifting snow.

You'll see grain elevators lined up in three mile intervals, and know that they're connected like dots on paper by the tracks of trains. And river valleys are winding lines of trees that disappear into the distance. The sky spreads out in endless shades of blue.

At sunset, the west can be brilliant with color and if you turn a slow circle the sky darkens until when you face east, it's darkened to nearly black, with the first stars coming alight. Like I said, there is beauty there, and relief for your eyes too, if you just sit back and drink it in. I once lived in a farmhouse in Iowa. I've never found a place more peaceful than that, and doubt I ever will. It makes me smile just to remember it.

I'm sorry, but a few cross country trips have the flatlands turning my nose. Nothing like heading west on I-80 in the evening and then the smell of a feed lot damn near chokes you.

I'm a view snob. I've had it pretty good all my life. And now, the sunset is always different from my window. If i look up in winter, i might see the aurora.

It's comforting to me to be high on the mountain and look out at the world, It puts things into perspective. It's a safe place.

 

[sigh]

I'm sorry, but a few cross country trips have the flatlands turning my nose. Nothing like heading west on I-80 in the evening and then the smell of a feed lot damn near chokes you.

I'm a view snob. I've had it pretty good all my life. And now, the sunset is always different from my window. If i look up in winter, i might see the aurora.

It's comforting to me to be high on the mountain and look out at the world, It puts things into perspective. It's a safe place.

Laughing about the smells. You've got that right.

Luckily I didn't live near one of those, but the guy who managed the farm I lived on did raise sheep one year and had them packed in so tight you could walk across their backs. You could stand at one end of the pen and clap your hands and the nearest ones would jump, then the next ones, then the next ones, until you had a full wave running back and forth, up and down the lot of them, like fans at a basketball game.

Sheep are really stupid. Pigs are smart. Cows always have snot running out of their noses, and goats can escape anything built to enclose them. Mice invaded the house every autumn when the fields were harvested, so you'd better have cats with claws. Farm life isn't always idyllic, that's for sure. But at times it could be breathtakingly beautiful out there.

 

[thør]

Laughing about the smells. You've got that right.

Luckily I didn't live near one of those, but the guy who managed the farm I lived on did raise sheep one year and had them packed in so tight you could walk across their backs. You could stand at one end of the pen and clap your hands and the nearest ones would jump, then the next ones, then the next ones, until you had a full wave running back and forth, up and down the lot of them, like fans at a basketball game.

Sheep are really stupid. Pigs are smart. Cows always have snot running out of their noses, and goats can escape anything built to enclose them. Mice invaded the house every autumn when the fields were harvested, so you'd better have cats with claws. Farm life isn't always idyllic, that's for sure. But at times it could be breathtakingly beautiful out there.

There's beauty everywhere. I've been in the very far north where there is absolutely nothing and it's beautiful. An austere beauty, but still, very nice to look at.

 

[KyleW]

Is this some sort of vanity search loophole? You can't just go around making threads for yourself.

Perg you're banned for 48 hours.

Laurel you need to made my mod role official now.

 

[sufisaint]

Driving home just down the road...

 

[Peregrinator]

Is this some sort of vanity search loophole? You can't just go around making threads for yourself.

Perg you're banned for 48 hours.

Laurel you need to made my mod role official now.

It's not for me. It's by me, for everybody. I would have called it "Perg-style," but that sounds too much like "illmatic kyle."

Driving home just down the road...

Pretty shot. What part of the world?

 

[sigh]

There's beauty everywhere. I've been in the very far north where there is absolutely nothing and it's beautiful. An austere beauty, but still, very nice to look at.

Like the desert too. It's scrubby and rocky and the plants are all stunted and the only thing moving during the day is the waves of heat rising off the landscape. But still, there's something about it that draws you in. I've driven coast to coast (but not to Alaska, alas) and seen lots of places. Maybe the prettiest were the Blue Ridge Mountains, but it's had to put a score on pretty. And pretty isn't necessarily the same as awesome.

Awesome is the anvil shape of a gigantic thunderhead, with lightning shooting out beneath, or the view of the Pacific from the northern California coastline. There's a whole lot that's just amazing out there. And it all makes me smile.

 

[sufisaint]

Pretty shot. What part of the world?

Southern Virginia...more cows than people here...