Describe one of your favourite places

[Maia]

That's because you're so hot. No not... uh, i didn't mean... i meant your body temperature, Maia.

Hey anybody else have any favorite places?

Well, you know what they say. If you can't stand the heat...

[promethean75]

... get out of this thread.

*fans self*

[accelafine]

Red Rock Canyon in Las Vegas, at the edge of the city at the base of the Escarpment. There the wind fills dry water routes with fine sand scoured from the soft red stones that glow in the sun so clearly that one cannot gauge their distance away, a distance between here and there that used to be Mojave desert but now is filled with rows of homes and a highway encircling the city. On cloudy days sometimes the sky directly above the cropping of red rocks is clear, like an invisible wall is keeping away the clouds. The scoured sand on the desert below the vortex is hourglass fine and on a sun-hot morning, in the shadows that survive the night, the sand feels so cool against skin, sand untouched by humans, but that was back before the big population explosion and now there are likely signs and rules and admission prices to keep it all in order and under control, which would be a shame because it was a quiet and empty place when the wind took a pause, where wild horses and burros would roam. The fragrances are distinctive, concentrated bursts from desert plants dried in the heat, lots of spiky plants looking for a ride to somewhere else if you brush against them.

Channeling John Steinbeck there? That's some impressive creative writing. Why are you so fond of gibberish when you can write like this? (or is it from something?)

[LuckyR]

Los Santos, San Andreas.

[Walker]

Red Rock Canyon in Las Vegas, at the edge of the city at the base of the Escarpment. There the wind fills dry water routes with fine sand scoured from the soft red stones that glow in the sun so clearly that one cannot gauge their distance away, a distance between here and there that used to be Mojave desert but now is filled with rows of homes and a highway encircling the city. On cloudy days sometimes the sky directly above the cropping of red rocks is clear, like an invisible wall is keeping away the clouds. The scoured sand on the desert below the vortex is hourglass fine and on a sun-hot morning, in the shadows that survive the night, the sand feels so cool against skin, sand untouched by humans, but that was back before the big population explosion and now there are likely signs and rules and admission prices to keep it all in order and under control, which would be a shame because it was a quiet and empty place when the wind took a pause, where wild horses and burros would roam. The fragrances are distinctive, concentrated bursts from desert plants dried in the heat, lots of spiky plants looking for a ride to somewhere else if you brush against them.

Channeling John Steinbeck there? That's some impressive creative writing. Why are you so fond of gibberish when you can write like this? (or is it from something?)

Why, thank you. It's just something I dashed off from memory, my memory of sensory impressions within the vortex, to balance the earlier quick quip with a more serious and sincere note in a nice thread.

[Walker]

Reminds me of a puppy that was chasing a wild rabbit the other morning and I know that rabbit was holding back.

[Maia]

Talking of spiky things, my own back garden is full of them. My flat's on the ground floor and there's a lovely unkempt garden out the back, a forest, in fact, though it's not actually very big. A few months ago some people came round to do some work on the front, and they asked me if I wanted them to remove the trees at the back, or chop some branches off, or something. Obviously, I declined, quite forcefully. There's a small paved area just outside the back door, and the rest is completely wild. I have to be careful, though, especially if I'm heading out to work, because of those spores, tiny little spiky things that stick to your clothes and are virtually impossible to completely remove. I think they're burdock seeds.

[henry quirk]

Los Santos, San Andreas.

Tell Trevor hi for me.

[Iwannaplato]

In the Applachian Mountains. You walk downhill through deciduous forest with some confirers mixed in. You're at some altitude but not near the top of a mountain. Dirt, soil path with the roots of trees somewhat exposed due to human and animal treading. You can hear the water after about 40 minutes. You come to a series of waterfalls. None of them superdramatic nor of great height. Perhaps ten feet is the biggest drop. What makes this place stand out was that the woods were especiallyh healthy. You could smell it and see it, those with sight. Not much pollution had reached here, great diversity, thriving plant and animal life, the latter mostly noticed through spoor and occasional poop, bird song. I would go with my dog, sometimes a friend and just go out in the middle of the stream and sit. Given the amount of water noise, no civilized noise would reach us. I hate when I've hiked a hour into woods and I can still hear cars somewhere. I miss that spot.

[Maia]

In the Applachian Mountains. You walk downhill through deciduous forest with some confirers mixed in. You're at some altitude but not near the top of a mountain. Dirt, soil path with the roots of trees somewhat exposed due to human and animal treading. You can hear the water after about 40 minutes. You come to a series of waterfalls. None of them superdramatic nor of great height. Perhaps ten feet is the biggest drop. What makes this place stand out was that the woods were especiallyh healthy. You could smell it and see it, those with sight. Not much pollution had reached here, great diversity, thriving plant and animal life, the latter mostly noticed through spoor and occasional poop, bird song. I would go with my dog, sometimes a friend and just go out in the middle of the stream and sit. Given the amount of water noise, no civilized noise would reach us. I hate when I've hiked a hour into woods and I can still hear cars somewhere. I miss that spot.

That sounds idyllic. I love walking in the woods, whenever I get the chance. There's a range of hills called the Malverns, which I've been to many times, and the lower reaches are heavily wooded, full of winding paths, and the occasional abandoned quarry, reclaimed by nature. It's definitely possible to imagine being a long way from civilisation there, especially at night, though you're never really all that far away. The highest point, well above the treeline and exposed to the elements, is called the Worcester Beacon, where it's always windy, and very much worth the effort getting up there.

[LuckyR]

Los Santos, San Andreas.

Tell Trevor hi for me.

I'd tell you what he responded to you with, but this Forum has rules about language.

[henry quirk]

Yeah, Trevor is spicy.