I remember lying in a field of barley in Halwill Junction in North Devon with my then girlfriend. We spent a couple of hours of that summer afternoon looking at the sky and each other. We were 17. It's a memory I'd like to place in the safe depot is box.
Originally posted by drewnogal I will put the view from the house where I was born, of a beautiful wildflower meadow of tall grass filled with buttercups, cow slips, clover and ox eye daisies and the trampled pathway to the farm beyond.
Mine would be cross country skiing on a late afternoon with my ex wife and dad, when he was in his 70's and me in my early forties and her early 30's and hearing him, my dad, saying, "Come on you two try to keep up. Mum's got the hot toddies waiting back at the house."
That hydrogen sulfide smell from the geyser field in Yellowstone, age twelve, family vacation trip. That experience came back viscerally years later when I made visit number two to the national park.
{They say the Yellowstone caldera will blow again, pretty much ruining the whole day for North Americans.}
Originally posted by Paul Dirac II That hydrogen sulfide smell from the geyser field in Yellowstone, age twelve, family vacation trip. That experience came back viscerally years later when I made visit number two to the national park.
{They say the Yellowstone caldera will blow again, pretty much ruining the whole day for North Americans.}
Downhill skiing vacations with family and friends in Sälen, Sweden - early morning and we had all managed to find our boots and skis and were getting ready to take the lift up to our favourite slopes. All was very quiet and the pistes were still hard and a little icy.
Good memories especially since skiing is something I can't do anymore.
Originally posted by lolof Downhill skiing vacations with family and friends in Sälen, Sweden - early morning and we had all managed to find our boots and skis and were getting ready to take the lift up to our favourite slopes. All was very quiet and the pistes were still hard and a little icy.
Good memories especially since skiing is something I can't do anymore.
Mine is sliding down this slope age of 8 at a summer camp in California using corrugated aluminum bent up in front for a sled. Sliding through the nice greenery that turned out to be a vast bed of poison ivy.
Me and my buddies did that for an hour or so. Then I found out I was the only one immune to poison Ivy🙂