Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Hobo Dreams by Shelley Hopkins
Hobo dreams, part 1
Today
I remembered my childhood hobo dream while walking the dog. As a child I used to stare down long
railroad tracks and imagine following the metal and wood road for days on end,
imagining where the journey would take me. Power lines held the same allure, the double wired lines
that seemed to cross the entire country.
Riding in the back of my parents car, I would stare out the window, the
power lines stretching across fields off into infinity. My feet would begin to itch with the
desire to walk, and I could see myself with a pack and stick, travelling the
world along the already cut paths of these power lines.
My
dog and I started our walk the normal way. From our apartment we followed a grassy field, crossed the
road and walked through a new neighborhood, the kind with large houses close
together and few trees or plants.
After circling the suburban and highly controlled neighborhood we
returned to the apartment property with the plan of finishing the walk on our
nature trail. The apartment
complex is built along one of these sets of double power lines. I can stand in front of the main
apartment building and look both ways along the power lines, looking off into
great distances. I began to wonder
what I would see if I followed these pathways. I remembered my childhood dream as I walked toward the
nature trail. This trail is one of
my favorite walks, but it is also a highly controlled pathway, covered in
landscape bark and lined with signs reminding us who can enjoy the walkway,
residents of the apartments only, and how, clean up after your pet and no fires
please. I wanted to walk under the
power lines; I wanted raw untamed nature, not controlled and carefully parceled
out nature. At the start of the
walk the ground was easy, a bulldozer had recently pushed dirt off from under
the power lines. Quickly the
ground became softer and a little wet.
I passed plenty of deer tracks.
Grass grew high on either side of the path and within just a few minutes
the grass had covered the entire pathway.
I was now walking in thigh high grass, following a thin animal
trail. Even though it was
December, it was December in South Carolina and it was possible that snakes or
ticks could still be hiding in the grass.
I walked carefully keeping my eyes and ears open.
After
a few minutes I ran into a wall of dirt, higher than my head from the
bulldozer. As my dog joyously ran up the mound, I tried to find my way around
it. From the car these pathways
seemed clear and easy, but all along the way there are obstacles. I chose to walk around still in
the high grass, still following the game trail, made probably by the deer. After a few minutes of walking I came
to the back of a neighborhood, rough high grass ended in perfectly manicured
lawns, bright green grass glowing and screen porches looking at me. If anyone were home, and looked out
what would they think to see a woman in her 40’s and her dog strolling behind
their yards as if she were in a park?
Very few people are home during the day, and I was able to walk
undiscovered.
The
exploration of the power line trail ended as we entered deeper into the
neighborhood. Someone had pushed a
huge pile of pine trees and debris into a wall across the pathway, and the only
way to continue would have been to walk through someone’s yard, and I was not
ready to do that. I turned back
and finished my walk on the neatly designed nature trail. I stopped to reflect and enjoy the
views at the crab dock, and I saw a bald eagle fly to a tree with a beak full
of twigs. I guess nature is to be
found where it chooses to live, whether the area is controlled by covenants or
rules. That makes me even happier
than getting to follow the hobo dream.
On
my next walk I plan to follow the power lines in the other direction, and see
where they may lead me. You never
know. I also plan to take my
camera and binoculars to the crab dock, I want a photo of the bald eagle. Hobo dreams live!
Monday, December 3, 2012
Dove, Sailing around the world by Shelley Hopkins
Dove and Sailing around the world as a teen
I think it is time for another book
study. After running away with Sam
in My Side of the Mountain, we should
hop on a sailboat and really see the world. Robin Lee Graham sailed around the world solo, starting at
the age of 16. Even though he had
his parents’ permission he fits my idea of a runaway adventurer, dropping out
of school and seeing the world. He
learned more from his travel than he could have learned from any brick and
mortar school.
Dove,
his book about this adventure, was the first sailing travel book I ever
read. Later I enjoyed many others
such as Tinkerbelle by Robert Manry, Sailing
Alone Around the World by Captain Joshua
Slocum, Maiden Voyage by Tania
Aebi, and John Steinback’s The Log from
the Sea of Cortez. Each
journey is different, each person is different, but there are certainly
similarities. Readers get the
opportunity to share a little of the adventure. We can learn a little about what it is like to be completely
alone at sea every day, day after day.
I am amazed at how much planning it would take to prepare for any of
these adventures, and it takes a true level of personal discipline to stay
alert and ready for trouble.
In Dove Robin was alone, all problems had to be solved by himself with
his own ingenuity and abilities.
Being alone all the time could cause problems, loneliness and fatigue,
low spirits and doubts. So many
people need human interactions to keep them on an even keel. Robin enjoyed meeting people along the
way, but he was frustrated by crowds and what he saw at times as herd like
thinking from people. Robin got to
experience many cultures, at least on a superficial level and he was impressed
with those people who loved and lived simple healthy lifestyles.
Recently I watched the movie Dove. Several times I wondered if I had seen
it before, but I had not, it was the memory of the book confusing me. I
remember as a young teen enjoying the book, but not enjoying the story as much
once he fell in love. I wanted
more of the adventure, solitude, and the sailing. I felt like the girl got in the way of all that I was
interested in. Robin’s father felt
the same way, and there was strife between the father wanting Robin to finish
his goal of sailing alone, and Robins desire to be with the girl, Patti. The movie emphasized the love story and
strife even more than the book. I
suppose a movie of only solitude and sailing would not attract that many
people.
I think the movie highlighted that which is most difficult in
these large adventures, overcoming the doubts and discouragement to actually
finish and reach the goal. A character
in the movie, a writer and photographer from World Travel Magazine told Robin
that it was not the sailing around the world that matters, it’s finishing that
is the thing. His readers needed
encouragement to take up and finish goals, and people that climb mountains or
hike across deserts, or sail around the world are excellent examples. I agree that the success of any
adventure or athletic event, or goal of any type depends more on the mental
skills than physical. There will
always be those give up moments and tests to your endurance and your desire to
achieve the goal. Isn’t this true
in our regular lives as well? How
many people fail to achieve their dreams because they give up when it becomes
difficult?
Robin did finish; he
circumnavigated the world alone, in 5 years. He married Patti.
They endured the difficulties and experienced the enjoyment of life
together, raised two kids and are still a couple, living in Montana. I feel certain he learned how to finish
his tasks, his goals while sailing, and this gift helped in the difficulties of
his regular life. I may never sail
around the world, but in reading his story, and others like it I can be
reminded to keep on trying and pushing toward the goal, to not give up when
storm clouds enter the horizon.
There are many benefits to reading
travel adventures beyond the obvious plain enjoyment. Reading these books fueled my desire to see the world, to
learn more about sailing, and to adopt the spirit of not giving up. I have been on hiking trips and been so
tired I wanted to stop, but in thinking about these books I remembered their
low moments and the joy they felt in finishing, and I lifted my boots and took
one more step.
After reading this book I wanted to
feel the power of a boat sailing across the ocean, sails full and only the wind
and the boy, or girl at the rudder.
I wanted to enjoy the solitude of watching a sunset over the water,
drinking hot tea and catching fish.
I wanted the experience of being alone in nature for days on end, the
freedom, responsibility and even the domesticity of life on the boat. Just as reading the book gave me some
knowledge of sailing terms, I felt like I had a small window into that kind of
life. I felt like if I wanted to
badly enough, I could learn how to sail and begin my own adventure. Even though the closest I have come to
sailing was a couple of classes in a lake in GA and a Boy Scout trip to the
Bahamas, his life didn’t seem so foreign.
When I had the opportunity to be a chaperone for the Boy Scout Tall Ship
adventure in the Bahamas, the first thing I did to prepare was reread Dove.
Here are my suggestions for
studying Dove with your students:
Read the book, then map out the
journey. Notice how Robin planned
the trip watching the weather, including not sailing during hurricane
season. Study the time of his trip, why could he not sail through the Suez Canal? What was going on in South Africa during his visit? Robin used a sextant to
chart his course, he didn’t have GPS or computers to find his locations. Learn how a sextant works, as well as
the basics of sailing. If possible
end this book study with a sailing trip or class, I can’t think of a better way
to reinforce what you have learned.
Robin was fascinated by simple healthy lifestyles, and at one point he
observed a mother cooking pancakes with mashed bananas in the batter. What are some of the nutritional
challenges to eating and stocking a boat for a trip such as this? Maybe end the study with a seafood
meal, and banana pancakes!
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