nature

The Science and Nature of Wanderlust, tourism, landmarks for nature buffs and more.

Tiny Home Adventure
A couple of years ago, far away from my hometown, I moved out to the country in Texas. I was married at the time and agreed to live off-grid to prepare for what was to come in the times we live in. Things like disasters, cities shutting down, etc. I was nervous and excited and the same time. I dreamed this would be a great start to a new relationship and new life. Plus the land owned by close friends of ours, so I felt comfortable living there with people I knew. But being that this was completely new for me, I struggled to adjust.
By Shannahyah5 years ago in Wander
A Ringtail on the Trail of Montagu’s Harrier
I leap from a hedge to escape the nettles, arms held aloft like a poorly-controlled marionette, and manage to scare away every single living thing for fifty yards, apart from the grass.
By Ian Vince5 years ago in Wander
Reading Between the Lines in Border Country
A murmuring throng, led by a rector and a red cassocked-choir, shuffles west along the narrow street on Ascension Day. Apart from the cleric, every member of the moving crowd holds aloft a withy of hazel five or more feet long as they make their way down Pembroke Street in the heart of Oxford.
By Ian Vince5 years ago in Wander
Natures Messengers
Sarah had dreamed of making a difference on this planet, but soon learnt the planet would make a difference in her. This story is one of her first encounters with natures messengers...
By Sarah Rachelle Houston5 years ago in Wander
Call to the Mountains
Call to the Mountains The mountains were calling. No one goes to Mount Shasta without being called to go. It comes from an inner knowing that you must go to this treasure of existence. Mount Shasta is known as the grounding spot of the earth.
By Call Me. Ishmael5 years ago in Wander
The Meadow
I stumbled on a branch and crashed into the snowy embankment, frustration over-taking my thoughts. “What kind of moron goes on a nature walk in November!?!” I screamed out, my words piercing into the echoes of the night.
By Tonya 5 years ago in Wander
Owl Of The Secret Beach
“Never cease to act because you fear you may fail,” Queen Liliuokalani once said, whose reign as Hawaii's first female ruler began in 1891.
By Monique Rowan5 years ago in Wander
Her name was Flight
Blinking herself awake, she stretched her arms to the warm afternoon sun and gracefully rolled out of the comfortable bed. Glassy, grey eyes gazed intently from the old wooden floor below to the sky above, wishing she could live in the sky instead o f being a slave to it.
By Tara H5 years ago in Wander
The Great Tree's Game
Remi felt the tree watching him, but he did not know where to look. Staring down at its roots could imply he was afraid. He shouldn’t look into its web of branches for fear it would be offended at his boldness. Perhaps its trunk? Surely, there was no way the tree would feel offense if Remi looked at its trunk.
By Benny Shlesinger5 years ago in Wander
The Owl of Alabaster Lake
The argent light of the moon's reflection glistened softly in the still waters of Lake Alabaster. Vincent navigated labyrinthine corridors of thought, lost, the walls of his own mind closing in on him. Suffocating him as surely as drowning in the serene waters before him. He had escaped to the great outdoors to distance himself from the dullness and doldrums of what had gradually become a dismal existence. He took a deep breath of crisp winter air, enjoying the idyllic beauty surrounding him. Wondrous as it was, it did little to ease the existential dread that so haunted him. The light dimmed and winked out as clouds enshrouded the moonlit bitter cold winter night in darkness. He struck flint to steel. The spark ignited kindling and the campfire he'd prepared came to life. Losing himself in the dancing flames his consciousness unexpectedly gave way to restless sleep.
By Casey Pepin5 years ago in Wander
Pitter's Yellow Grass
Pitter pattered from one bent, yellow long-grass to the next, his hands and feet feeling every little bump and dip in the dirt on his way. His tail left a near imperceptible trail; likely only his own kind could see it. But it wasn’t the trail he was worried about.
By Brianna Barnett5 years ago in Wander
The once in a lifetime sighting
It was mid-January when I decided to pack my close belongings and spend a weekend away to destress. I was heading out alone to a small, quaint cabin to be surrounded by peace that only nature could bring me.
By Jacqueline Thiel5 years ago in Wander