When it comes to adventure of the extreme sports variety I am more than happy to sit on the sidelines watching the action (or in this case watching the video). I’d love to be up there lost in the beauty of the surroundings but my abdominal muscles go into spasm at just the thought. As you can see and that was relatively flat.
My brother on the other hand doesn’t seem to bat an eyelid as he goes at speed down the slopes of what looks like lethal declines. Does this mean I am not adventurous? This is the question Charli has asked us to ponder in our flash fiction this week where she prompts:
March 23, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write an adventure, experienced or witnessed. Explore your own ideas about what makes an adventurous spirit. Is it in the doing? Does standing witness count, and if so, how? Be adventurous!
Respond by March 29, 2016 to be included in the weekly compilation.Rules are here. All writers are welcome!
Adventure is normally associated with daring and risk and certainly skiing on these slopes satisfies both those criterion. However, most of us take risks of varying degrees daily. Do these constitute adventure? Back in 2014 I posted about risk taking and adventure as did blogger Geoff Le Pard.
The biggest adventure I undertook was throwing in my job and moving to a remote island in the Vanuatu group of islands. It was an adventure but I didn’t see it as a risk (at least not when we made our decision to to go). We had minimized our risk and so all that was left was adventure but is it adventure if there is little or no risk. Would I have gone if I’d know what lay in store for us and would I have agreed to take those risks that unfolded as we settled into our life there. Our adventure turned into a Nightmare which has affected every day since. Not in a destructive way that prevents me from functioning but it has changed my thinking, made me cynical about life, tourism and humanitarian aid. Sometimes I wish it was not so but it is. Has it stopped me from having adventures. I don’t think so. The number of adventures has declined but I put that down to age rather than anything else. In fact I am planning my next adventure now, my feet want to get moving.
Chocolate Bacon Bomb Pie
“Come with us. It’ll be an adventure.”
“No I’m happy here.”
“You are so boring.”
“I don’t care. The weather isn’t going to be too good. Dangerous for canyoning.”
“Okay wimpy Wanda. Have it your way.”
“When will you be back?”
“You gona come and rescue us, eh Wimpy. Fat chance. Wanda is a scaredy cat.”
Wanda shrugged her shoulders, turned and went indoors to the kitchen. Tonight would be individual beef wellington followed by chocolate bacon bomb pie. Now that’s an adventure for a non cook.
“Just hope I can move to rescue you later.”
And in case any of you are adventurous the recipe for chocolate bacon bomb pie is here