activities
Whether you're a sight-seer, thrill seeker or beach lounger, activities to satisfy bucket lists of all kinds.
The Medicine Circus
In a remote town in Northern Thailand, 3 hours from any major city, a sleepy town called Pai has given birth to a project called Medicine Circus. What started almost 2 years ago as a group of traveling fire artists passing through town has evolved into a full-scale international collective of multi-talented circus artists, with members hailing from more than 14 countries spread out over 4 continents.
By Alisa Bargeski6 years ago in Wander
Menudo Con Amor
Our family was the type that took all major trips together. No, don’t get excited just yet—“major” to our family way of thinking was anything that didn’t fall under the realm of day to day traveling: to school, to work, to the grocery store. So nothing like elaborate vacations, or day trips to see the giant redwoods, or camping at the lake, like other families. We did go to Disney land twice as a family. Once, when I was about seven or eight years old, and what I remember from that was my dad riding Space Mountian with me and my sister and enjoying much more than we did. The second time was when my sister and I were young adults. We had brought my then-boyfriend, now ex-husband along on the trip that time. You know, it did turn out to be the Happiest Place on Earth, if you catch my drift. Wink. But that’s a story for another time.
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)6 years ago in Wander
From Zero To Hero: Absolute Outdoors
If there’s one thing about COVID-19, it’s that the earth is healing and with that healing comes intrigue. Places we’ve never been, things we’ve never seen and adventures that are awaiting – as soon as we can get outside again. One of these amazing places is The Grampians in Victoria, Australia. And if you’re going to truly experience The Grampians, Absolute Outdoors is the way to do it.
By Angel Blue6 years ago in Wander
Trout Fishing in Montana - A Perfect Day
Trout depend on cold water to survive. Our waters are cold; trout flourish in Montana. Brook Trout are the easiest to catch but the most sensitive to water temperature; their population begins to diminish in waters that exceed 68 degrees F., Montana's other species of trout are comfortable at slightly warmer temps. Many fishermen feel that the wary Brown Trout is the most difficult to catch.
By Marlene Affeld6 years ago in Wander
Unhappy Camper
I have a theory. There are many things in life that we would regard a hundred years ago as genuine torture, if you asked most people if they would like to be submerged into sub zero temperature water with no guarantee that they could get out, or if they would like to run for miles and miles to the point of vomiting, they would probably look at you like you’d just said that you were an Instagram influencer on a first date. However ice swimming and marathon running are two tried and tested pastimes that our modern society deems leisurely. And this is my issue with something I have been told to enjoy my entire life as I’m sure many of you have, camping.
By Billie Gold 6 years ago in Wander
Visiting A Nudist Colony
When they hear the title Nudist Colony, most people assume the place is some kind of a sex cult full of pervs and orgies. So how did nudity end up equalling sex? You don’t even have to be completely naked to have sex. And yet the idea of nudity as sex has infiltrated society in all aspects, from songs to advertisements to television shows.
By Valerie Jean6 years ago in Wander
Wisconsin, Los Dells Festival 2019
Los Dells festival is a Latino festival that is celebrated during the labor day weekend. Around 35 different artists attend this festival; including artist like Ozuna, Logic, Bad Bunny, Carlos Vives, T3r Elemento, and Natalia Lafourcade among other great artists. I attended this festival last year (2019) and it was crazy to the point that I had a realization of my own mortality, and this is how it happened..
By The Home Vlog6 years ago in Wander
First Sunset
” How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains” - John Muir I took this photo on my first night hiking the John Muir Trail solo from Bishop Pass in California. It was a long day of hiking with a 40-pound pack on my back, with everything I would need for the next 9~ days. I was overwhelmed, wondering if I could do this. My mind was racing, and I could not focus on the backcountry meal I was attempting to make. I was snapped out of my haze by a fawn running through my campsite. At that point I was on high alert. I was in bear country, specifically black bear country, and everyone knows that when you see a fawn running a black bear must be close behind. Baby deer are the only animal a black bear will hunt for sport. Luckily, the bear never got close enough for me to see it, since they tend to be a bit spooked by humans, but I’m sure he wanted to keep chasing that fawn. After the scare of potentially meeting a bear on my first night in the backcountry, my mind continued down the rabbit hole. I was alone in the wilderness; no friends and no parents. Just me and my mind. Growing up I struggled with anxiety and depression, with separation anxiety being the most prominent. The next subject of examination in my solitude was my recent breakup. About 3 months before my hike, the love of my life broke my heart. I spent 6 months naively hoping and wishing he would fall in love with me. We both knew from the start that he was not intending to fall in love with me. Yet, we did everything together. He was the one who got me into rock climbing. He gave me the confidence I needed to feel capable of backpacking long distances alone. He inspired me and pushed me to grow as a human, but I was just a body to him. It slowly started dawning on me over the months that it was coming to an end, but I clenched my fists trying to hold on to the man slipping through my fingers. And then, it was over. He said, “I don’t want to date you anymore.” I was calm and expressed everything I was feeling, but once he got up to hug me goodbye, I lost it; I was shaking and sobbing into his cold shoulder. I let him go and it was over. The following months consisted of swells of loneliness, fear, and anger between the calming self-realization and development of my Zen Buddhist practice. Before I completely lost my grounding, I reminded myself that I had dinner to eat, preventing me from falling all the way down the rabbit hole. My meal was cold by the time I got around to eating it once my paranoia and overthinking subsided, but that was okay. I just needed some food in my belly. Once I set up camp and began to settle down at my temporary home, I was filled with motivation and energy. I looked around slowly, admiring the beauty Mother Earth has created for me and letting myself feel the peace of the surrounding nature. The beauty that I was experiencing alone. “Of course, I can do this” I thought. I knew I had all the supplies and mental strength necessary to succeed. The sunset that night was particularly special on the still waters of the neighboring lake as I felt truly ready to take on whatever challenges the trail would throw at me. . The next 9~ days I had countless doubts, anxieties, scares, and stressors. I had the aching pain in my heart while also a worsening case of tendonitis in my Achilles heel. My pack was heavy, the hiking was hard, and I wasn’t sleeping well. Still, it was the most alive I’ve felt in years. I felt the suffering and I embraced the adversity. I was as ready as I could have ever been. I felt the most like me as I ever have. I felt beautiful. Before I was even finished, I knew I needed to go back as soon as life would allow. I am currently planning my next trip to the John Muir Trail, but this time, I’m going to walk the whole 220 miles. Just me, the trail, my whole life on my back, moving forward.
By Olivia Fortner6 years ago in Wander
My Review of Meow Wolf: Santa Fe
Throughout my life I always had this weird recurring dream where I was in an unfamiliar house and I had to climb and crawl through tight secret passages. Each passage led to another dimension. After visiting Meow Wolf in Santa Fe, New Mexico, I wondered if this was a common dream others have, much like those dreams where you're naked in public. Because this house was a physical embodiment of those dreams I have from time to time.
By Jennifer Childers6 years ago in Wander
Living the Past
Waking up on a cold September morning, the valley of Post Mills, Vermont was socked in with thick, late-summer fog. Michael Libby, a visiting artist from Maine, and I rose with a purpose and trudged out to prep “The Uncle Sally,” a 14-foot, baby blue, experimentally built steamboat. The curious name is a wink and a nod to Samuel Morey, a local Vermont legend, whose boat “The Aunt Sally,” featured the first internal combustion engine to be used on a watercraft in the early 19th century.
By Jordan Long6 years ago in Wander
Quaint Is Just The Beginning
Portsmouth usually attracts a certain type of tourist. They are seekers of picturesque sunsets, salted air, ice cream, a quaint town square, maybe a boat ride up the Piscataqua. And it's easy to see why. Portsmouth has all of this in spades and if you were to just spend your time downtown and staring at the water, you'd have a pretty good time. But you're not coming just for sunsets. I know you're not. You know you're not. You want the bar that slings the best cocktails, the townie dive that hosts shameless karaoke, maybe a game of pickup sand volleyball and a sunset hike. You're an adventurer, a young, open eyed traveler who knows that behind corners and down side streets is where the real party is. Any seaside town that's been around for almost 400 years has some serious layers to it. Let's explore some of them right now.
By Josh Romano6 years ago in Wander
