“
Well, that’s what this quest is all about, isn’t it?’ said Nico, facing forward. ‘We have to fix what’s been broken.’
‘I love that about you, Nico di Angelo.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
But remember: what belongs to the sea will always return to the sea.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Lightning Thief (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #1))
“
Bianca, camp is cool! It's got a pegasus stable and a sword-fighting arena and… I mean, what do you get by joining the Hunters?"
To begin with," Zoe said, "immortality."
I stared at her, then at Artemis. "She's kidding, right?"
Zoe rarely kids about anything," Artemis said. "My Hunters follow me on my adventures. They are my maidservants, my companions, my sisters-in-arms. Once they swear loyalty to me, they are indeed immortal… unless they fall in battle, which is unlikely. Or break their oath."
What oath?" I said.
To foreswear romantic love forever," Artemis said.
To never grow up, never get married. To be a maiden eternally."
Like you?"
The goddess nodded.
I tried to imagine what she was saying. Being immortal. Hanging out with only middle-school girls forever. I couldn't get my mind around it.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Titan’s Curse (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #3))
“
Outside is the only place we can truly be inside the world.
”
”
Daniel J. Rice (THIS SIDE OF A WILDERNESS: A Novel)
“
I got you,’ he breathed into Will’s ear. ‘I got you.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
Three words.
A promise of hope.
The words tingled in Will's ear.
They ignited his heart.
'I love you.'
And they fell.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
Getting over Percy was easier than Nico expected. What was one straight boy when you spent your whole life longing for the impossible?
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
You’re cute when you’re nervous.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
You did,’ confirmed Nico. ‘But it was the way you did it. You made it clear that you wanted me around. You said you wanted me to come to the infirmary and help, because … because you could use a “friendly face”.’
‘It was true. And you did help.’
‘You brought me closer instead of rejecting me,’ Nico said, his voice cracking. ‘I’d never been called a friendly face. Ever. You made me rethink everything – my place in camp, my crush on Percy, my future. It took you scolding me like you were the camp director to make me realize that I was … wanted.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
... we are in this boot camp to learn, that if we don't persevere through all this world's obstacles and all its wounds, we won't earn our next life of great adventure.
”
”
Dean Koontz (Odd Thomas (Odd Thomas, #1))
“
Don’t let go of me,” he said, holding his Stygian iron sword before him. “No matter what happens.” Will clutched him tightly. “I got you.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
What do you remember?’ Gorgyra asked.
‘I remember how sad I was when you left to go find Percy,’ Will said to Nico. ‘When he disappeared.’
‘You were sad? But … did we even know each other then?’
‘Maybe not as close friends or anything, but … but I was drawn to you.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
It seems you two have a complicated and labyrinthine
connection.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
He’d been listening to too many of Will’s beloved true-crime podcasts. (Another thing Nico didn’t understand about his sunny-natured boyfriend.)
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
You’re cute when you’re nervous.” Will came to a stop, and Nico reached out to bring him into a hug.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
Will had heard love described in so many dramatic, bizarre ways over the years, but no one had described it like this:
It's like drifting through a river of pain and knowing you are safe.
It's like holding a person in your arms and realizing they are an interlocking piece of a puzzle you hadn't known how to assemble.
It's like staring into a dark and treacherous expanse, unsure of awaits you but finding comfort in the fact that you won't have to face it alone.
It was a son of Apollo falling for a son of Hades.
It was this.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
What would make Nico realize they were simply, irreconcilably too different. ‘Yes?’
Nico didn’t seem able to talk at first. Then: ‘You are a legitimate demigod Care Bear.’
Will’s top lip trembled. He fell to his knees. Then he bent over in loud, raucous laughter until tears poured from his eyes.
‘You’re so weird.’ Nico crawled over, pulled Will to him and silenced his laughter with a tender kiss. ‘Please keep being my own personal Care Bear, though.’
‘Always,’ said Will.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
Funny how the older Nico got, the more he saw things about Percy differently.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
You show new ways through the dark,’ Clack-Jones added.
‘You see the trogs,’ said Screech-Bling. ‘You see Bob the Titan.’
Will smiled and squeezed his hand. ‘Nyx hates what you represent – change.’
Howl-Smith nodded wisely. ‘Or at least the potential for it.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
You came," he said. "My sun and star.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
Wait. Like a saber-toothed tiger. “Small Bob?” Will said, rising.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
I’m the demon of nightmares, silly,’ said Epiales. ‘And the dead can dream just like everyone else.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
Sometimes mortals are not aware of the threads that bind them. You could both be wrong about the first time you met, and yet the two of you have orbited each other for so long, like heavenly bodies in the sky."
Will squeezed Nico's hand. "I like how that sounds."
Nico studied Will's broken fingernails, the cuts on his knuckles. He certainly felt like he was spinning through space...like he would go shooting off into the void if it weren't for Will's gravity.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
Will had heard love described in so many dramatic, bizarre ways over the years, but no one had described it like this:
It’s like drifting down a river of pain and knowing you are safe.
It’s like holding a person in your arms and realizing they are an interlocking piece of a puzzle you hadn’t known how to assemble.
It’s like staring into a dark and treacherous expanse, unsure of what awaits you but finding comfort in the fact that you won’t have to face it alone.
It was a son of Apollo falling for a son of Hades.
It was this.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
You need to be outdoors. Away from here. You need a holiday.
”
”
Fennel Hudson (Fine Things: Fennel's Journal No. 8)
“
Oh, no magic,” Mr. D said. “I watched some videos on that YouTube thing. Some fellow named Alton Brown taught me the perfect recipe.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
In fifteen minutes most of the camp was there, including the Texan who, Lord save his soul forever, had brought along a bottle of bonded Kentucky Drain Opener.
”
”
Peter Hathaway Capstick (Death in the Long Grass: A Big Game Hunter's Adventures in the African Bush)
“
Will smiled, and warmth washed over Nico. ‘Can I hold you? Would that be okay with you?
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
He nodded. ‘Yeah. This is gonna sound cheesy, but I think I remember Annabeth and Percy saying cheesy stuff helps.’
‘Lay it on me, Will. I’m your grilled cheese.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
I have been corrupted as much as anyone else by the vast number of menial services which our society has grown to expect and depend on. We should do for ourselves or let the machines do for us, the glorious technology that is supposed to be the new light of the world. We are like a man who has bought a great amount of equipment for a camping trip, who has the canoe and the tent and the fishing lines and the axe and the guns, the mackinaw and the blankets, but who now, when all the preparations and the provisions are piled expertly together, is suddenly too timid to set out on the journey but remains where he was yesterday and the day before and the day before that, looking suspiciously through the white lace curtains at the clear sky he distrusts. Our great technology is a God-given chance for adventure and for progress which we are afraid to attempt. Our ideas and our ideals remain exactly what they were and where they were three centuries ago. No. I beg your pardon. It is no longer safe for a man to even declare them!
”
”
Tennessee Williams
“
Will had heard love described in so many dramatic, bizarre ways over the years, but no one had described it like this:
It's like drifting down a river of pain and knowing you are safe.
It's like holding a person in your arms and realizing they are an interlocking piece of a puzzle you hadn't known how to assemble.
It's like staring into a dark and treacherous expanse, unsure of what awaits you but finding comfort in the fact that you won't have to face it alone.
It was a son of Apollo falling for a son of Hades.
It was this.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
Ilsa approached the office of Dr. Dr. Bradford M. Bradford armed with her thesis. But she hesitated a moment before opening the outer door. Habit made her tremble before the awful majesty of the dean. Still, her recent adventures changed things. Had the dean ever hijacked a Spanish ship of the line? Run a British blockade at sea? Had he ever trudged over hill and dale to a Revolutionary army camp? Had he ever shaken hands with George Washington or flown a kite with Benjamin Franklin? Did he have an actual duke staying in his spare bedroom? She was pretty sure the dean would fail all these simple tests.
”
”
James Allen Moseley (The Duke of D.C.: The American Dream)
“
My tent doesn’t look like much but, as an estate agent might say, “It is air-conditioned and has exceptional location.
”
”
Fennel Hudson (A Waterside Year: Fennel's Journal No. 2)
“
And so we continued to live in fear, hoping that we would not get caught. Fear had become our constant companion at this dreadful Lashkar-e-Taiba camp.
”
”
Vivek Pereira (Indians in Pakistan)
“
And Will wasn’t going to lie there and let anyone hurt his boyfriend.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
I didn’t want to do it at first, not until he turned to the forest and screamed at a tree.’
‘It was a very big tree,’ said Will. ‘I was sure it could take it.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
As the native drum kept rhythm with the nighttime symphony of the African bush, the cry of a hyrax (a small, furry animal that sounded a lot scarier than it looked) pierced the night. A hyena howled. A warthog ran through our camp. What was he running from? Sitting in front of my tent, I tried to figure everything out. I wouldn’t have called what I did prayer but maybe wonder.
Night after night, I’d listened to the rush of a river or watched my own personal light show as lightning spider-webbed across the heavens, danced in the distance, and serenaded me with a muffled growl. Until a crash—so loud it seemed to break the sky—caused me to twitch as a shiver ran up my spine.
“You know how it is when you feel someone staring at you from across the room?” I said to Truth. “You turn to meet the gaze. It was like that, but I saw no one. I just felt a comforting presence as we sat together in silence.”
“You think it was God?” she asked.
“Yeah, but I called him Fred. Not so overwhelming, more personal.”
”
”
Elizabeth Bristol (Mary Me: One Woman’s Incredible Adventure with God)
“
Will had heard love described in so many dramatic, bizarre ways over the years, but no one had described it like this:
It's like drifting down a river of pain and knowing you are safe. It's like holding a person in your arms and realizing they are an interlocking piece of a puzzle you hadn't known how to assemble.
It's like staring into a dark and treacherous expanse, unsure of what awaits you but finding comfort in the fact that you won't have to face it alone.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
I really hate dream logic!” he screamed. “Choose,” said Bianca. “Message received!” Bianca pulled an arrow from her quiver. “Choose, Nico.” “Leave a message at the tone!” he snarled. “BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
But if there is any future in which you survive – in which you and your little demigod friends aren’t destroyed – then we will continue this conversation, Nico di Angelo …’ She rose and spread her smoky wings to their full span. ‘I will make you choose your true nature. You won’t be able to escape it.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
All those summer drives, no matter where I was going, to a person, a project, an adventure, or home, alone in the car with my social life all before and behind me, I was suspended in the beautiful solitude of the open road, in a kind of introspection that only outdoor space generates, for inside and outside are more intertwined than the usual distinctions allow. The emotion stirred by the landscape is piercing, a joy close to pain when the blue is deepest on the horizon or the clouds are doing those spectacular fleeting things so much easier to recall than to describe. Sometimes I thought of my apartment in San Francisco as only a winter camp and home as the whole circuit around the West I travel a few times a year and myself as something of a nomad (nomads, contrary to current popular imagination, have fixed circuits and stable relationships to places; they are far from beign the drifters and dharma bums that the word nomad often connotes nowadays). This meant that it was all home, and certainly the intense emotion that, for example, the sequence of mesas alongside the highway for perhaps fifty miles west of Gallup, N.M., and a hundred miles east has the power even as I write to move me deeply, as do dozens of other places, and I have come to long not to see new places but to return and know the old ones more deeply, to see them again. But if this was home, then I was both possessor of an enchanted vastness and profoundly alienated.
”
”
Rebecca Solnit (A Field Guide to Getting Lost)
“
Exploration, however, no longer seemed aimed at some outward discovery; rather, it was directed inward, to what guidebooks and brochures called “camping and wilderness therapy” and “personal growth through adventure.
”
”
David Grann (The Lost City of Z: A Tale of Deadly Obsession in the Amazon)
“
Miggy sees me watching the approaching wave of dark clouds.
"Maybe it will slow him down."
The guy who's been outfitted by Survivalists "R" Us? No, he probably has some waterproof supersuit that repels lightning. I hate him so much.
”
”
Lisa Gardner (One Step Too Far (Frankie Elkin, #2))
“
It takes an enormous amount of internal security to begin with the spirit of adventure, the spirit of discovery, the spirit of creativity. Without doubt, you have to leave the comfort zone of base camp and confront an entirely new and unknown wilderness. You become a trailblazer, a pathfinder. You open new possibilities, new territories, new continents, so that others can follow.
”
”
Stephen R. Covey (The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People: Powerful Lessons in Personal Change)
“
So off had gone John to the wars again. But he had not remained for long in the position of a humble volunteer. Colonel Clifton, commanding the 1st Regiment of Dragoons, no sooner heard that Crazy Jack was back then he enrolled him as an extra aide-de-camp.
”
”
Georgette Heyer (The Toll-Gate)
“
People who have never canoed a wild river, or who have done so only with a guide in the stern, are apt to assume that novelty, plus healthful exercise, account for the value of the trip. I thought so too, until I met the two college boys on the Flambeau.
Supper dishes washed, we sat on the bank watching a buck dunking for water plants on the far shore. Soon the buck raised his head, cocked his ears upstream, and then bounded for cover.
Around the bend now came the cause of his alarm: two boys in a canoe. Spying us, they edged in to pass the time of day.
‘What time is it?’ was their first question. They explained that their watches had run down, and for the first time in their lives there was no clock, whistle, or radio to set watches by. For two days they had lived by ‘sun-time,’ and were getting a thrill out of it. No servant brought them meals: they got their meat out of the river, or went without. No traffic cop whistled them off the hidden rock in the next rapids. No friendly roof kept them dry when they misguessed whether or not to pitch the tent. No guide showed them which camping spots offered a nightlong breeze, and which a nightlong misery of mosquitoes; which firewood made clean coals, and which only smoke.
Before our young adventurers pushed off downstream, we learned that both were slated for the Army upon the conclusion of their trip. Now the motif was clear. This trip was their first and last taste of freedom, an interlude between two regimentations: the campus and the barracks. The elemental simplicities of wilderness travel were thrills not only because of their novelty, but because they represented complete freedom to make mistakes. The wilderness gave them their first taste of those rewards and penalties for wise and foolish acts which every woodsman faces daily, but against which civilization has built a thousand buffers. These boys were ‘on their own’ in this particular sense.
Perhaps every youth needs an occasional wilderness trip, in order to learn the meaning of this particular freedom.
”
”
Aldo Leopold (A Sand County Almanac; with essays on conservation from Round River)
“
Stormy believed that we are in this boot camp to learn, that if we don’t persevere through all this world’s obstacles and all its wounds, we won’t earn our next life of great adventure. To be with her again, I will have the perseverance of a bulldog, but it seems to me that the training is unnecessarily hard.
”
”
Dean Koontz (Odd Thomas (Odd Thomas, #1))
“
You’d go on a date with Darth Vader?
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
Camp Patriot is a God-centered nonprofit organization that provides outdoor adventure excursions for wounded and disabled veterans.
”
”
Robert W. Vera (A Warrior's Faith: Navy SEAL Ryan Job, a Life-Changing Firefight, and the Belief That Transformed His Life)
“
Okay, okay, enough of your bisexual chaos for the moment,
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
Pain helps us learn,” said Gorgyra. “It is unfortunate, but we rarely forget the lessons taught to us in moments of pain.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
Leave a message at the tone!’ he snarled. ‘BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
We will,” corrected Will of the Magnificent Cheese Hat.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
Offer your darkness
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
Through the clouds of smoke I seemed to see all old Asia before me, and the adventures of past years behind me. A carnival of old camp-scenes danced before my mind’s eye, expiring like shooting-stars in the night—merry songs which came to an end among other mountains and the dying sound of strings and flutes. And I was surprised that I had not had enough of these things and that I was not tired of the light of camp-fires.
”
”
Sven Hedin (Trans-Himalaya, Discoveries and Adventures in Tibet Volume 2)
“
He watched in horror as something very much alive crawled out of the goo pit. It shook its sticky wet hair, which began to smolder and then caught fire. Its form was human, but with mismatched back legs: one shaggy and hooved like a donkey’s, the other constructed of bronze. An empousa. Nico’s grip tightened on his sword. He’d been kidnapped by one of these vampiric spirits after foolishly following Minos into the Labyrinth, and he was in no mood to be charmspoken to death. Taking advantage of the creature’s disorientation, he scrambled forward and drove his blade through its chest. The creature wailed. “I just regenerated!” she screamed. “Come on!
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
Will had heard love described in so many dramatic, bizarre ways over the years, but no one had described it like this:
It’s like drifting down a river of pain and knowing you are safe.
It’s like holding a person in your arms and realizing they are an interlocking piece of a puzzle you hadn’t known how to assemble.
It’s like staring into a dark and treacherous expanse, unsure of what awaits you but finding comfort in the fact that you won’t have to face it alone.
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
It’s the same feeling we get when we realize the summer is gone and now it is winter again and we didn’t go to the beach and the gym and camping and all the other things we promised ourselves we would do, any more often than we did the summer before. And now we have no choice—our birthday is here again whether we like it or not—so we gamely celebrate it, making the most of it, hiding our dread of mortality behind a cake and a card. Here is something amazing: When you fill every day with the best memories you can possibly make, when you visualize the life you want to live and then move toward it no matter what the cost, that twinge of regret is forever gone. You are aligned. You are exactly where you need to be. You can’t see the future, but that’s okay. You just take another step forward into the mystery, the unknown, knowing that your foot will always hit something. It is a wonderful thing to be free of the feeling of the marching of time; to have the ability to welcome it; to know that all your adventures, small and great, are creating you, a glorious you; to discover that when you love and celebrate your life, others will love and celebrate your life, too.
”
”
Zan Perrion (The Alabaster Girl)
“
Stormy Llewellyn, whom I loved and lost, believed that this strife-torn world is boot camp, preparation for the great adventure that comes between our first life and our eternal life. She said that we go wrong only when we are deaf to duty.
”
”
Dean Koontz (Odd Apocalypse (Odd Thomas #5))
“
So the king went all through the crowd with his hat swabbing his eyes, and blessing the people and praising them and thanking them for being so good to the poor pirates away off there; and every little while the prettiest kind of girls, with the tears running down their cheeks, would up and ask him would he let them kiss him for to remember him by; and he always done it; and some of them he hugged and kissed as many as five or six times—and he was invited to stay a week; and everybody wanted him to live in their houses, and said they’d think it was an honor; but he said as this was the last day of the camp-meeting he couldn’t do no good, and besides he was in a sweat to get to the Indian Ocean right off and go to work on the pirates. When
”
”
Mark Twain (The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn)
“
In the history of the intelligence, with the exception of Marx, Nietzsche's adventure has no equivalent; we shall never finish making reparation for the injustice done to him. Of course history records other philosophies that have been misconstrued and betrayed. But up to the time of Nietzsche and National
Socialism, it was quite without parallel that a process of thought—brilliantly illuminated by the nobility and by the sufferings of an exceptional mind—should have been demonstrated to the eyes of the world by a parade of lies and by the hideous accumulation of corpses in concentration camps. The doctrine of the superman led to the methodical creation of sub-men—a fact that doubtless should be denounced, but
which also demands interpretation. If the final result of the great movement of rebellion in the nineteenth
and twentieth centuries was to be this ruthless bondage, then surely rebellion should be rejected and
Nietzsche's desperate cry to his contemporaries taken up: "My conscience and yours are no longer the
same conscience.
”
”
Albert Camus (The Rebel)
“
The land seemed to stretch on forever. Nico was thankful that Nemesis had given him some guidance, because if he hadn’t kept himself to the left of the River Phlegethon, he would’ve had no idea where to go. After hours of walking on the strange marshy ground, Nico was exhausted. Hungry. His feet ached, and his lungs burned from the sooty air. Something else was happening to him, too. The world around him... It seemed to be shifting. That was the only way he could describe it. He’d be staring into the distance, where mist clung to a dark expanse of forest, and for the briefest of moments, the horizon would leap backward like a mirage. The landscape before him took on sharper edges, with colors so terrifyingly intense that they hurt his eyes. The land itself seemed to be rising and falling, as if it were breathing. Or was Nico imagining that?
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
Tom was General of one of these armies, Joe Harper (a bosom friend) General of the other. These two great commanders did not condescend to fight in person—that being better suited to the still smaller fry—but sat together on an eminence and conducted the field operations by orders delivered through aides-de-camp.
”
”
Mark Twain (The Adventures of Tom Sawyer)
“
Evenings were peaceful, smoke settling in the quiet air to soften the dusk, lights twinkling on the ridge we would camp on tomorrow, clouds dimming the outline of our pass for the day after. Growing excitement lured my thoughts again and again to the West Ridge….
There was loneliness, too, as the sun set, but only rarely now did doubts return. Then I felt sinkingly as if my whole life lay behind me. Once on the mountain I knew (or trusted) that this would give way to total absorption with the task at hand. But at times I wondered if I had not come a long way only to find what I really sought was something I had left behind.
”
”
Thomas F. Hornbein
“
Not a wonder you are out camping with us princess,” Rizz said dryly.
Falita gave a clearing snort of her opposite nostril and looked up. “Why's that?”
“One can't go snorting and blowing snot all over a castle. It would ruin the décor!”
Falita ignored the comment. “A bath would certainly freshen things up.”
“You've bathed three times in five days. How many more baths do you need?” Artamos asked.
“Enough to stay clean, and I don't recall either of you bathing on this trip.”
“I don't need to Princess,” Rizz replied. “I have my own naturally sweet odor.”
Falita scrunched up her nose, “I'm aware of that, and it is not pleasing in camp.
”
”
M.L. Hall (The Apprentice)
“
Stormy called this life boot camp. She said we have to persevere through all this world's obstacles and all the wounds that it inflics if we want to earn a second life. We're in training, see. After boor camp, there's what she called service. Our life of service will be full of tremendous adventure, as if you had rolled all the adventure novels ever written into one.
”
”
Dean Koontz (Deeply Odd (Odd Thomas, #6))
“
Later bad things will be said about Stalin; he’ll be called a tyrant and his reign of terror will be denounced. But for the people of Eduard’s generation he will remain the supreme leader of the people of the Union at the most tragic moment in their history; the man who defeated the Nazis and proved himself capable of a sacrifice worthy of the ancient Romans: the Germans had captured his son, Lieutenant Yakov Dzhugashvili, while the Russians had captured Field Marshal Paulus, one of the top military leaders of the Reich, at Stalingrad. When the German High Command proposed an exchange, Stalin responded with disdain that he didn’t exchange field marshals for simple lieutenants. Yakov committed suicide by throwing himself on the electrified barbed wire fence of his prison camp. *
”
”
Emmanuel Carrère (Limonov: The Outrageous Adventures of the Radical Soviet Poet Who Became a Bum in New York, a Sensation in France, and a Political Antihero in Russia)
“
He said maybe some fear isn’t so bad. When you’re taking on a mountain the magnitude of Mt. Fuji or K2, you have to bring oxygen. It’s scary. But if you go up and a storm comes, you can go back to base camp, and nobody’s going to tell you that you’re a failure. I loved that because it expressed so well that not only were we engaged in a great challenge, which would involve setbacks, but we were also on a great adventure.
”
”
Patty McCord (Powerful: Building a Culture of Freedom and Responsibility)
“
Well, the first I knowed the king got a-going, and you could hear him over everybody; and next he went a-charging up on to the platform, and the preacher he begged him to speak to the people, and he done it. He told them he was a pirate— been a pirate for thirty years out in the Indian Ocean—and his crew was thinned out considerable last spring in a fight, and he was home now to take out some fresh men, and thanks to goodness he’d been robbed last night and put ashore off of a steamboat without a cent, and he was glad of it; it was the blessedest thing that ever happened to him, because he was a changed man now, and happy for the first time in his life; and, poor as he was, he was going to start right off and work his way back to the Indian Ocean, and put in the rest of his life trying to turn the pirates into the true path; for he could do it better than anybody else, being acquainted with all pirate crews in that ocean; and though it would take him a long time to get there without money, he would get there anyway, and every time he convinced a pirate he would say to him, “Don’t you thank me, don’t you give me no credit; it all belongs to them dear people in Pokeville camp-meeting, natural brothers and benefactors of the race, and that dear preacher there, the truest friend a pirate ever had!” And then he busted into tears, and so did everybody. Then somebody sings out, “Take up a collection for him, take up a collection!” Well, a half a dozen made a jump to do it, but somebody sings out, “Let HIM pass the hat around!” Then everybody said it, the preacher too. So
”
”
Mark Twain (The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn)
“
In the middle of the night Jerry Sowles roused the entire camp. He claimed he saw a giant baboon on the far side of our clearing. He was agitated, waving his pistol around. He pointed, “There it is! Can’t you see it?” We strained our eyes, but none of us could make it out. Finally, I walked over to where Jerry was pointing. His fierce baboon was a harmless tree stump. Shadows can play tricks on a restless mind. We all had a good laugh and went back to our sleeping pads. I poked fun at Jerry, “Don’t shoot your teammates in the middle of the night. A lot of them look like baboons.
”
”
William F. Sine (Guardian Angel: Life and Death Adventures with Pararescue, the World's Most Powerful Commando Rescue Force)
“
In World War II, Japanese soldiers killed the aborigines on sight. But the Negritos got their revenge and terrorized any Japanese soldier who entered their rain forest. One of their tactics was to setup a fake camp in the path of a Japanese patrol. When the soldiers discovered the abandoned village, it seemed as if the Negritos had been surprised in the middle of a meal and fled. The Negritos left large bowls of delicious smelling boiled potatoes behind. The starving Japanese soldiers would glut themselves on the mouth-watering food. Then they would die. The food was really poisonous tubers that only looked and tasted like potatoes.
”
”
William F. Sine (Guardian Angel: Life and Death Adventures with Pararescue, the World's Most Powerful Commando Rescue Force)
“
A microadventure (or a #microadventure, as they are referred to on social media) is a concept championed by Alastair Humphreys that promotes the idea that adventures don’t have to be well-planned, long-distance, expensive, money-sapping, time-consuming expeditions that happen on the other side of the world. They can still fit around a normal working day. The idea being that although you might work 9-5, that means that you still have the 5-9 which can be fully embraced. A #microadventure might include going for a long walk and camping out, cycling to the coast and sleeping on a beach, or climbing a hill and sleeping out beneath the stars. ‘I’m definitely up for doing
”
”
George Mahood (Every Day Is a Holiday)
“
channel was down the Missouri shore at that place, so we warn’t afraid of anybody running across us. We laid there all day, and watched the rafts and steamboats spin down the Missouri shore, and up-bound steamboats fight the big river in the middle. I told Jim all about the time I had jabbering with that woman; and Jim said she was a smart one, and if she was to start after us herself she wouldn’t set down and watch a camp fire—no, sir, she’d fetch a dog. Well, then, I said, why couldn’t she tell her husband to fetch a dog? Jim said he bet she did think of it by the time the men was ready to start, and he believed they must a gone up-town to get a dog and so they lost all that time, or else we wouldn’t be here on a tow-head sixteen
”
”
Mark Twain (The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn)
“
They went a few dozen yards through fairly open woodland, keeping a sharp look-out. Then they came to a place where the undergrowth thickened and they had to pass nearer to it. Just as they were passing the place, there came a sudden something that snarled and flashed, rising out from the breaking twigs like a thunderbolt. Lucy was knocked down and winded, hearing the twang of a bowstring as she fell. When she was able to take notice of things again, she saw a great grim-looking gray bear lying dead with Trumpkin’s arrow in its side.
“The D.L.F. beat you in that shooting match, Su,” said Peter, with a slightly forced smile. Even he had been shaken by this adventure.
“I--I left it too late,” said Susan, in an embarrassed voice. “I was so afraid it might be, you know--one of our kind of bears, a talking bear.” She hated killing things.
“That’s the trouble of it,” said Trumpkin, “when most of the beasts have gone enemy and gone dumb, but there are still some of the other kind left. You never know, and you daren’t wait to see.”
“Poor old Bruin,” said Susan. “You don’t think he was?”
“Not he,” said the Dwarf. “I saw the face and I heard the snarl. He only wanted Little Girl for his breakfast. And talking of breakfast, I didn’t want to discourage your Majesties when you said you hoped King Caspian would give you a good one: but meat’s precious scarce in camp.
”
”
C.S. Lewis (Prince Caspian (Chronicles of Narnia, #2))
“
I soon found my feet, and was much less homesick than I was at prep school. Thank God. I learned that with plenty of free time on our hands, and being encouraged to fill the time with “interests,” I could come up with some great adventures.
A couple of my best friends and I started climbing the huge old oak trees around the grounds, finding monkey routes through the branches that allowed us to travel between the trees, high up above the ground.
It was brilliant.
We soon had built a real-life Robin Hood den, with full-on branch swings, pulleys, and balancing bars high up in the treetops.
We crossed the Thames on the high girders above a railway bridge, we built rafts out of old Styrofoam and even made a boat out of an old bathtub to go down the river in. (Sadly this sank, as the water came in through the overflow hole, which was a fundamental flaw. Note to self: Test rafts before committing to big rivers in them.)
We spied on the beautiful French girls who worked in the kitchens, and even made camps on the rooftops overlooking the walkway they used on their way back from work. We would vainly attempt to try and chat them up as they passed.
In between many of these antics we had to work hard academically, as well as dress in ridiculous clothes, consisting of long tailcoats and waistcoats. This developed in me the art of making smart clothes look ragged, and ever since, I have maintained a lifelong love of wearing good-quality clothes in a messy way. It even earned me the nickname of “Scug,” from the deputy-headmaster. In Eton slang this roughly translates as: “A person of no account, and of dirty appearance.
”
”
Bear Grylls (Mud, Sweat and Tears)
“
DEAR YOUNG DEMIGOD, Your destiny awaits. Now that you have discovered your true parentage, you must prepare yourself for a difficult future—fighting monsters, adventuring across the world, and dealing with temperamental Greek and Roman gods. I don’t envy you. I hope this volume will help you on your journeys. I had to think long and hard before publishing these stories, as they were given to me in the strictest confidence. However, your survival comes first, and this book will give you an inside look at the world of demigods—information that may help keep you alive. We’ll begin with “The Diary of Luke Castellan.” Over the years, many readers and campers at Camp Half-Blood have asked me to tell the story of Luke’s early days, adventuring with Thalia and Annabeth before they arrived at camp. I have been reluctant to do this, as neither Annabeth nor Thalia likes to talk about those times. The only information I have is recorded in Luke’s own handwriting, in his original diary given to me by Chiron. I think it’s time, though, to share a little of Luke’s story. It may help us understand what went wrong for such a promising young demigod. In this excerpt you will find out how Thalia and Luke arrived in Richmond, Virginia, chasing a magic goat, how they were almost destroyed in a house of horrors, and how they met a young girl named Annabeth. I have also included a map of Halcyon Green’s house in Richmond. Despite the damage described in the story, the house has been rebuilt, which is very troubling. If you go there, be careful. It may still contain treasures. But it most assuredly contains monsters and traps as well. Our second story will definitely get me in trouble with Hermes. “Percy Jackson and the Staff of Hermes” describes an embarrassing incident for the god of travelers, which he hoped to solve quietly with
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Heroes of Olympus: The Demigod Diaries)
“
During this time my father was in a labor camp, for the crime of wanting to leave the country, and my mother struggled to care for us, alone and with few provisions. One day she went out to the back patio to do the wash and saw a cute little frog sitting by the door to the kitchen. My mother has always liked frogs, and this frog by the kitchen door gave her an idea. She began to spin wonderful stories about a crazy, adventurous frog named Antonica who would overcome great odds with her daring and creativity. Antonica helped us dream of freedom and possibilities. These exciting tales were reserved for mealtime. We ate until our bowls were empty, distracted from the bland food by the flavor of Antonica’s world. Mamina knew her children were well nourished, comforted, and prepared for the challenges and adventures to come. In 2007, I was preparing to host a TV show on a local station and was struggling with self-doubt. With encouragement and coaching from a friend, I finally realized that I had been preparing for this opportunity most of my life. All I needed was confidence in myself, the kind of confidence Antonica had taught me about, way back in Cuba. Through this process of self-discovery, the idea came to me to start cooking with my mother. We all loved my Mamina’s cooking, but I had never been interested in learning to cook like her. I began to write down her recipes and take pictures of her delicious food. I also started to write down the stories I had heard from my parents, of our lives in Cuba and coming to the United States. At some point I realized I had ninety recipes. This is a significant number to Cuban exiles, as there are ninety miles between Cuba and Key West, Florida. A relatively short distance, but oh, so far! My effort to grow closer to my mother through cooking became another dream waiting to be fulfilled, through a book called 90 Miles 90 Recipes: My Journey to Understanding. My mother now seemed as significant as our journey to the United States. While learning how she orchestrated these flavors, I began to understand my mother as a woman with many gifts. Through cooking together, my appreciation for her has grown. I’ve come to realize why feeding everyone was so important to her. Nourishing the body is part of nurturing the soul. My mother is doing very poorly now. Most of my time in the last few months has been dedicated to caring for her. Though our book has not yet been published, it has already proven valuable. It has taught me about dreams from a different perspective—helping me recognize that the lives my sisters and I enjoy are the realization of my parents’ dream of freedom and opportunity for them, and especially for us.
”
”
Whitney Johnson (Dare, Dream, Do: Remarkable Things Happen When You Dare to Dream)
“
Katie Carlton, how many times do I have to tell you to stop twisting that hair?” Mrs. Carlton sighed as she got up and went to the refrigerator.
Timing, Matt was thinking. It’s all a matter of timing. Quickly he reached over and took the lid off the sugar bowl, then dropped in all the peas from his dish. He placed the lid back on a second before his mother returned to the table. Then he glanced back at Katie, whose mouth had dropped open as she stared at the sugar bowl.
“Oh, great,” Matt moaned to himself, giving her a hard cold stare, but Katie had begun to giggle. Mr. Carlton got off the phone and returned to the table. He picked up his glass of iced tea.
“Honey, did you want more sugar for that?” Mrs. Carlton asked, passing the sugar bowl to her husband. Mr. Carlton took the sugar bowl and placed it beside his plate. “Um, no, I think I’m fine,” he said.
Katie was unable to suppress herself, and before too long was doubled over in her seat, giggling. “And just what is all that about, Katherine?” Mrs. Carlton asked, looking over at Katie.
“Nothing, Mom,” Matt reassured her. “You know how silly she gets when she starts to play with her food. She was just making the noodles wiggle on her plate like worms. Weren’t you, Katie?” Matt pinched her arm from under the table. “Ow!” Katie said, lifting her arm and pointing to the sugar bowl.
“How would you like to come camping with our club tonight, Katie?” Matt blurted out. He was desperate. He couldn’t risk his parents handing out any punishments tonight. He could just imagine having to explain to the guys that their president couldn’t make the first adventure of their club because his parents were punishing him for filling the sugar bowl with peas!
Katie quickly put down her arm and beamed with delight. “Oh, boy, I’m going camping with Matt!”
“That’s good of you to include your sister.” Mr. Carlton smiled at Matt.
“Yes, it’s very nice of you.” Mrs. Carlton smiled. In fact everyone was smiling, everyone except Matt.
Great, he thought to himself. My first adventure with the club and I have to drag along a girl! A seven-year-old baby girl! He glared at Katie, who grinned back, giving one of her curls a twist.
”
”
Elvira Woodruff (George Washington's Socks (Time Travel Adventure))
“
Siobhan wanted to be more like the heroines of the books she liked, about girl detectives and girl adventurers: tomboyish, scrappy, and resourceful, able to outsmart adults and survive without them, her body sun-brown and waiflike. She was, instead, a freckled, blue-eyed redhead, pale and dense as a block of shortening, who wasn’t allowed to use the stove.
”
”
Kim Fu (The Lost Girls of Camp Forevermore)
“
His co-founder in the Vigilante Society was National Party member Henry Hamilton Beamish. Born in 1874, the son of an admiral who was aide-de-camp to Queen Victoria, Beamish was typical of the protofascists with his military background and restless, adventurous life in the British Empire and colonies, where he experienced the practice of white supremacy.
”
”
Philip Hoare (Oscar Wilde's Last Stand: Decadence, Conspiracy, and the Most Outrageous Trial of the Century)
“
That second night we camped next to a small tree not more than six feet high, the only one for miles around. We had been irresistibly drawn to it and had actually driven quite a way off course to get to it. Though we slept inside the truck, the tree gave us a vague sense of security. Our early primate ancestors would probably have been similarly pleased to find even this mere seedling on a nearly treeless plain, after they left the safety of the forests to venture onto the vast savannas millions of years ago.
”
”
Mark Owens (Cry of the Kalahari)
“
The tiny tortoiseshell kit blinked up at him. “Sootkit and Rainkit were asleep in the nursery,” she began in a faint voice. “But I wasn’t sleepy. My mother wasn’t watching, so I went to play in the ravine. I wanted to catch a mouse. And then I saw Darkstripe.” Her voice shook and she hesitated. “Go on,” Firestar encouraged her. “He was coming up the ravine by himself. I knew he should have had Brackenfur with him, and I . . . I wondered where he was going. I followed him—I remembered the time he took Bramblepaw and Tawnypaw out of the camp, and I thought I might have an adventure like that, too.” Firestar felt a pang of sadness as he remembered how Sorrelkit was always so bright and curious, getting into trouble because of her misguided courage. This limp scrap of fur didn’t look at all adventurous now, and Firestar could only hope that with Cinderpelt’s care she would soon be her lively self again. “I followed him a long way,” Sorrelkit went on, sounding rather proud of herself. “I’d never been so far from the camp. I hid from Darkstripe too—he didn’t know I was there. And then he met another cat—a cat I’d never seen before.” “What other cat? What did it look like? What scent did it have?” Firestar questioned her urgently. Sorrelkit looked bewildered. “I didn’t recognize the scent,” she mewed. Her nose wrinkled. “But it was yucky. He was a big white cat—bigger than you, Firestar. And he had black paws.” Firestar stared at her as he realized whom she had seen. “Blackfoot!” he exclaimed. “Tigerstar’s deputy. That was ShadowClan scent you smelled, Sorrelkit.” “And what’s Darkstripe doing, meeting the ShadowClan deputy on our territory?” Sandstorm growled. “That’s what I’d like to know.” “So what happened then?” Firestar prompted the kit. “I got scared,” Sorrelkit admitted, looking down at her paws. “I ran back to camp, but I think Darkstripe must have heard me, because he caught up with me in the ravine. I thought he would be angry because I spied on him, but he told me how clever I was. He gave me some red berries for a special treat. They looked tasty, but when I ate them I started to feel really ill. . . . And I don’t remember anything else, except waking up here.” She sank her head on her paws again as she finished, as if telling the long story had exhausted her. Cinderpelt nosed her gently, checking her breathing. “Those were deathberries,” she mewed. “You must never, ever touch them again.” “I won’t, Cinderpelt, I promise,
”
”
Erin Hunter (The Darkest Hour)
“
Sootkit and Rainkit were asleep in the nursery,” she began in a faint voice. “But I wasn’t sleepy. My mother wasn’t watching, so I went to play in the ravine. I wanted to catch a mouse. And then I saw Darkstripe.” Her voice shook and she hesitated. “Go on,” Firestar encouraged her. “He was coming up the ravine by himself. I knew he should have had Brackenfur with him, and I . . . I wondered where he was going. I followed him—I remembered the time he took Bramblepaw and Tawnypaw out of the camp, and I thought I might have an adventure like that, too.” Firestar felt a pang of sadness as he remembered how Sorrelkit was always so bright and curious, getting into trouble because of her misguided courage. This limp scrap of fur didn’t look at all adventurous now, and Firestar could only hope that with Cinderpelt’s care she would soon be her lively self again. “I followed him a long way,” Sorrelkit went on, sounding rather proud of herself. “I’d never been so far from the camp. I hid from Darkstripe too—he didn’t know I was there. And then he met another cat—a cat I’d never seen before.” “What other cat? What did it look like? What scent did it have?” Firestar questioned her urgently. Sorrelkit looked bewildered. “I didn’t recognize the scent,” she mewed. Her nose wrinkled. “But it was yucky. He was a big white cat—bigger than you, Firestar. And he had black paws.” Firestar stared at her as he realized whom she had seen. “Blackfoot!” he exclaimed. “Tigerstar’s deputy. That was ShadowClan scent you smelled, Sorrelkit.” “And what’s Darkstripe doing, meeting the ShadowClan deputy on our territory?” Sandstorm growled. “That’s what I’d like to know.” “So what happened then?” Firestar prompted the kit. “I got scared,” Sorrelkit admitted, looking down at her paws. “I ran back to camp, but I think Darkstripe must have heard me, because he caught up with me in the ravine. I thought he would be angry because I spied on him, but he told me how clever I was. He gave me some red berries for a special treat. They looked tasty, but when I ate them I started to feel really ill. . . . And I don’t remember anything else, except waking up here.” She sank her head on her paws again as she finished, as if telling the long story had exhausted her. Cinderpelt nosed her gently, checking her breathing. “Those were deathberries,” she mewed. “You must never, ever touch them again.” “I won’t, Cinderpelt, I promise,
”
”
Erin Hunter (The Darkest Hour)
“
7. To Be Brave, You First Must Be Afraid
Being brave isn’t about not feeling scared. Real courage is all about overcoming your fears.
There is little courage involved in setting out on a journey where the destination is certain and every step in between has been mapped in detail. Bravery is about leaving camp in the dark, when we do not know the route ahead and cannot be certain we will ever return.
While I was serving in the military, I suffered a free-fall parachuting accident in Southern Africa, where I broke my back in three places. I then spent 18 months back in the UK, in and out of military rehabilitation, desperately trying to recover. It was the hardest, darkest, most frightening time I had ever known.
Nothing was certain, every movement was agony and my future hung in the balance. No one could tell me whether I would even walk properly again. It had been a jump that had cost me my career, my movement and almost my life. The idea of ever jumping again was almost impossible for me to face.
Yet over seven seasons of Born Survivor and Man Vs Wild, I have since had to jump out of almost every aircraft imaginable: hot-air balloons, military C-130 cargo planes, helicopters, bi-planes, old World War Two Dakotas. You name it: the list is long. And each time it is still hard for me.
I never sleep much the night before, and I have recurring nightmares from my accident, which predictably surface just before a jump. It is a real mountain in my mind, one that induces a dep gnawing fear. Heart racing, sweaty palms, dry throat. But I have to force myself to feel that fear and do it anyway. It is my work.
The crew on the adventure TV shows I have done know that skydiving is hard for me. And I know there will always be a hand that reaches across to my shoulder during the few moments before that plane door opens. The team know I am busy facing demons every time we go up, but it is the job, and I don’t ever want to let my demons win.
Bravery is about facing up to the things we fear the most, and overcoming and conquering those fears…or at least quelling them for a while.
And the greater the fear, the greater the bravery.
But one thing I know for sure: it is only by doing what we fear that we can ever truly learn to be brave.
”
”
Bear Grylls (A Survival Guide for Life: How to Achieve Your Goals, Thrive in Adversity, and Grow in Character)
“
Two-One Alpha, ready for you. Move it. We’re in kind of a hurry to find a quieter place!” Two wounded men were hauled to the helicopter first by four of their buddies, with the rest strafing the hill to keep the Taliban heads down. The fright and panic in the eyes and faces of the soldiers were clearly visible. Their screams rose above the thundering noise of the engines as they pushed the wounded in and then took up position outside the chopper to provide covering fire for the remaining men to get in. “All in. Let’s get out of here!” Leo shouted. “Grab tight. It’s going to be a rough ride boys!” John pulled the chopper into a steep climb while banking away from the hill. With no fire coming from the doorgun to keep them down, the full force and frustration of the enemy was now directed at the chopper and its occupants. They saw their prey escaping out of their hands right in front of their eyes. A burning pain shot through John’s back and legs as the body of the helicopter shuddered under the power of the two Rolls-Royce Gem turboshaft engines at full throttle. Smoke started to billow from the starboard engine. I have to get over that hill three miles away. Why am I dizzy? I have to get these boys out of trouble. I have to level the chopper and save power. I must get over that hill. I must get out of the reach of the bullets. “Doug! Doug! Can you hear me? What’s wrong man?” Leo screamed in a high-pitched, panicked voice. “Oh my God, you’ve been hit! Are you ok? Shit man, put the chopper down now. You’ll crash and kill us all!” “That hill … I have to get over it … out of range … I must get us there ...” Doug stuttered. “What was that? I can’t hear you. For God’s sake put the chopper down!” Leo shouted at the top of his voice. “Going down, going down … radio for help!” John whispered, a few seconds before everything went dark. The nightmare and the math Doug paid little heed to his passengers as he banked away from the canyon rim. Max was back there to help them. Doug had plenty on his mind, between the flashback to his crash in Afghanistan and wondering when whoever had shot two of his passengers would show up and try to shoot the chopper down here and now, over the Grand Canyon. Not to mention nursing the aging machine to do his bidding. Within minutes after takeoff from the canyon site, lying in the back of the chopper, JR and Roy were oblivious to their surroundings due to the morphine injection administered to them by Max Ellis – an ex-Marine medic and the third member of the Rossler boys’ rescue expedition. Others on the chopper had more on their minds. Raj was in his own world, eyes closed, wondering about his wife Sushma, their child, and the future. He and Sushma were not the outdoors adventure and camping types – living in a cave with other people was going to take some getting used to for them. They both grew up and had lived in the city all their lives. How was this going to work out
”
”
J.C. Ryan (The Phoenix Agenda (Rossler Foundation, #6))
“
That trip was epic. Every day was an adventure. Bindi sat down for her formal schooling at a little table under the big trees by the river, with the kookaburras singing and the occasional lizard or snake cruising through camp. She had the best scientists from the University of Queensland around to answer her questions.
I could tell Steve didn’t want it to end. We had been in bush camp for five weeks. Bindi, Robert, and I were now scheduled for a trip to Tasmania. Along with us would be their teacher, Emma (the kids called her “Miss Emma”), and Kate, her sister, who also worked at the zoo. It was a trip I had planned for a long time. Emma would celebrate her thirtieth birthday, and Kate would see her first snow.
Steve and I would go our separate ways. He would leave Lakefield on Croc One and go directly to rendezvous with Philippe Cousteau for the filming of Ocean’s Deadliest. We tried to figure out how we could all be together for the shoot, but there just wasn’t enough room on the boat.
Still, Steve came to me one morning while I was dressing Robert. “Why don’t you stay for two more days?” he said. “We could change your flight out. It would be worth it.”
When I first met Steve, I made a deal with myself. Whenever Steve suggested a trip, activity, or project, I would go for it. I found it all too easy to come up with an excuse not to do something. “Oh, gee, Steve, I don’t feel like climbing that mountain, or fording that river,” I could have said. “I’m a bit tired, and it’s a bit cold, or it’s a bit hot and I’m a bit warm.”
There always could be some reason. Instead I decided to be game for whatever Steve proposed. Inevitably, I found myself on the best adventures of my life.
For some reason, this time I didn’t say yes. I fell silent. I thought about how it would work and the logistics of it all. A thousand concerns flitted through my mind. While I was mulling it over, I realized Steve had already walked off.
It was the first time I hadn’t said, “Yeah, great, let’s go for it.” And I didn’t really know why.
”
”
Terri Irwin (Steve & Me)
“
Hooray!” I yelled, and of course, one bat took the opportunity to fly into my mouth. YUCK! Jack led the way up the staircase. I was so tired and disgusted that I couldn’t make my legs work right... We gathered up all of our things the camp we’d made on top of the fort, made sure that the fire was out, and retrieved all of the spider eyes and string. “Let’s leave the torches,” Jack said, “in case anyone else needs them.
”
”
Skeleton Steve (Diary of a Warrior Villager Box Set: Ru's Adventure Begins! (Diary of a Warrior Villager, #1-4))
“
DESERT SAFARI DUBAI IN SUMMER
Desert Safari Dubai is a popular, highly visited, and exciting area for knocking the thrills. It offers a variety of activities and games full of fun and memorable adventures. If you are looking for the best desert safari Dubai experience with thrill, a lot of fun, and ultimate outdoor entertainment, you have come to the right place. Desert Safari Dubai is all this and much more. You might think that Dubai as a desert country will be scorching warm and hot, but when you actually visit you’ll be surprised to discover the climate and weather not just pleasant, but cozy, even during summertime.
If you’re visiting Dubai in the summer months (i.e.. the months of July through September) then you should take the evening desert safari. Our highly-trained and experienced driver will pick you up from your hotel and drop you into the vast desert and are joined by other tourists in a small number of jeeps that are 4X4.
After traveling for a long distance, the jeeps pull over for a break to refuel and for desert activities such as quad biking. After a refreshing ride, the desert safari will take passengers on an exciting dune bashing crisscross, and when you arrive at the camp in the desert take part in fun activities such as camel rides, and sand-boarding, taking a picture with a falcon. It is also possible to enjoy traditional rituals such as having a Mehndi tattoo or puffing on a Shisha and being enthralled by the belly dancing and the Tanura dance, all taking in the traditional Arabian food.
The battle between the massive red dunes and the rolling Land Cruiser is only experienced and appreciated when you are there and taking care of your precious life. The guide on safari keeps you on the edge, yet you’re safe. The thrilling safari will have its supporters screaming and shouting for the next exciting adventure. Experience the desert safari with friends or family members in Dubai’s sprawling and captivating desert. Sand, sun, as well as 4×4, bring thrilling adventures for the entire family and friends. Desert Safari Dubai is something you cannot miss or forget. You will also enjoy the Desert Safari Dubai, which is a never-ending experience. So join us today!
We’ll provide you with many deals so you can take advantage of them when they definitely work for you. You can dine in Morning Desert Safari according to your schedule. Evening Desert Safari Deals are perfect for those who love sunsets and enjoy relaxing at dusk. The Overnight Desert Safari is another exciting activity that we offer for night camping lovers. Enjoy the incredible Overnight Desert Safari with morning and evening combo for a lifetime memorable adventure.
”
”
ArabianDesertsafari
“
guarding the camp site during the hunt, even Caleb. In fact, had he not pushed Lame Deer so
”
”
Charles Ray (Caleb Johnson: Mountain Man: Legend of the Bear: A Frontier Western Adventure (A Mountain Life Western Adventure Book 27))
“
After lots of lectures, warnings, punishments and so on, Eddy had decided to watch his step for a while.
”
”
Michael P. Waite (Eddy and His Amazing Pet (Christian Adventure Series))
“
Welcome to Easytripguides. We are an outdoor adventure blog dedicated to encouraging individuals and families to break away from their daily life and reconnect through nature. Easytripguides usually shares various blogs and product reviews on kayaking, biking, camping, hunting, survival camping, etc. We further help families and individuals to go out and plan their trips safely. They also share gear reviews to help everyone explore using the best gears and products they tested, trusted, and loved.
”
”
Easy Trip Guides
“
Villicus Vadum: Soldier Of Fortune by Stewart Stafford
I am the ghost of lupine Romulus,
Founder of Rome, hear my tale,
Of Villicus Vadum - young, driven,
Steward to Senator Lucius Flavius.
Villicus wanted Flavia, the senator’s daughter,
But she was betrothed to Marcus Brutus;
A consul of noble and virtuous stock,
Villicus conspired to take Flavia's hand.
Treachery and deception were his tools,
Knavish peacock of Rome's epic stage,
Sought to take Flavia from Marcus Brutus,
To snatch and cage his treasured gem.
Bribed a false soothsayer to trap her,
Believing her beloved began with V,
Flavia agreed to elope with him to Gaul,
With Brutus vowing deadly vengeance.
Fleeing to the bosom of Rome's enemy -
Vercingetorix, at war with Julius Caesar,
Villicus offered to spy on the Senate,
While plotting to seize Gaul's throne.
Queen Verica also caught his eye,
Villicus was captured by Mark Antony,
Taken to Caesar's camp as a traitor;
Brutus challenged him to a duel.
Brutus slashed him but spared his life,
They dragged Villicus to Rome in chains,
To try him for his now infamous crimes;
Cicero in defence, Cato as prosecutor.
Cicero argued Villicus acted out of love,
And that his ambition merited mercy,
Cato wanted death for his wicked threat,
Julius Caesar pondered a final verdict.
Villicus - pardoned but banished from Rome,
Immediate death if he returned to Flavia,
Villicus kissed the emperor's foot for naught,
Flavia refused to join him in fallen exile.
Now learn from this outcast's example, friends,
That I, Romulus, warn you to avoid at your peril,
Villicus Vadum, the wrath of the gods upon him,
Until time ceases, sole spectre of night's edge.
© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.
”
”
Stewart Stafford
“
Had I known just how memorable our trip was about to be, we never would have left the house.
”
”
Marty Ohlhaut (Tent for Seven: A Camping Adventure Gone South Out West)
“
It was that melancholy time of afternoon, when spirits seem suspended between the day’s activities and the night’s reminiscence.
”
”
Marty Ohlhaut (Tent for Seven: A Camping Adventure Gone South Out West)
“
Sometimes dumb is smart and sometimrs smart is dumb.
”
”
Bill Friedrich (Dad, The Camp is on Fire: Stories Told and Lessons Learned over 80 Years at a Michigan Deer Camp (Deer Camp Adventures Book 2))
“
Sometimes dumb is smart and sometimes smart is dumb.
”
”
Bill Friedrich (Dad, The Camp is on Fire: Stories Told and Lessons Learned over 80 Years at a Michigan Deer Camp (Deer Camp Adventures Book 2))
“
Mongolia, we set up camp in the fading light and the extraordinary beauty of this lake and this country.
”
”
Gordon Roddick
“
They were thorny. Difficult. Stuck in their ways. Chaotic, yet weirdly dependable. They wore their darkness on their sleeves. For Styx’s sake, they all shared a single eye. How could Nico not appreciate them?
”
”
Rick Riordan (The Sun and the Star (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #1))
“
He assumed a good prone, legs splayed and bent a little, right leg pulled up a bit more than the left, both feet turned out with the heels down. He rested the forestock on his pack, wrapping the sling around his left arm. There was some debate about this technique, but Mick was squarely in the two-wrap camp. He didn’t slip his left hand under the buttstock but instead slid it along the forestock until it reached that old familiar spot, and he tucked the rifle into his shoulder good. You wanted to get it tucked in just right, because that big magnum was one rifle that spoke with authority. You pull the trigger on a .338 Win Mag, especially from the prone with Mick’s bear loads, and it’ll make a man out of you right then and there.
…
Mick kept still for just a second, taking the weight of the rifle in his bones and letting gravity take him and make him part of the Earth itself. He put the crosshairs exactly where he wanted them, paused his breathing at the natural break after a normal exhale, then simply willed that beautiful custom trigger to break. Break it did, crisp and clean like always, and the 225 grain bullet flew downrange at almost three thousand feet per second. It reached the deck in less than half a second, about a half second before the sound of the shot.
The Very Last War
WH Hawthorne
”
”
WH Hawthorne
“
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS OF DEEPDALE
Or Camping and Tramping for Fun and Health. Telling bow the girls organized their Camping and Tramping Club, how they went on a tour, and of various adventures which befell them.
”
”
Victor Appleton (Tom Swift and His Wizard Camera (Tom Swift Sr, #14))