My grandson (11 years old) cannot throw a football, he does not play baseball, no Frizbee either. He for the most part, sits in his home and plays video games. And that to me is so sad, but as this is treading on tender-ground in the family dynamic, I keep it to myself. There is so much more to life, so many adventures and learning experiences are out there, ripe for the taking, but he will never know them.
It occurred to me that someone ought to start a thread on the strange things or interesting adventures we have done in their lives. All of us at one time or another have done some things that others (especially those of us that are not insane by nature) would consider strange, adventuresome, or interesting. My Bucket List on life is for the most part empty, I have had my fair share of adventure and really feel more or less circumspect in my life at this point in time. As it has been kind of slow here lately this has been on my mind.
So during a lull in festivities, I made a list of some of the quirky things in my life.
Did a snipe hunt once or twice, before I figured out that Snipes are not indigenous to Oklahoma, just to my cousin’s house out on a farm east of Crescent, Oklahoma. On the same token, I have never stuck my tongue to a frozen flag pole in December. Played “stomp ball at the park” in a four inch downpour and loved every dog-gone minute of it.
When I was young, I walked thru a railroad tunnel in Niles Canyon, California. With no flashlight to illuminate the way, no working knowledge of trains or train schedules, another guy, Jim Crossett and I walked thru this roughly two mile long tunnel. When JFK said “every American should be able to walk fifty miles” my buddies and I, rode our ten speed bikes 112 miles in one day. Left at 4:30 am in the morning and it was wayyyyyyy after dark when we got back.
Climbed a hydroelectric transmission tower to the very top, man man, the juice flowing thru that thing sounded just like bacon frying on Mama’s stove and you could see forever. Been to the top of two or three volcano’s in my life all extinct, none were active. Surfed at Santa Cruz and body-whopped Half Moon Bay. Sat on a boat dock, in Jax Florida and ate Oysters right out of the shell and washed them down with hot sauce and Budweiser.
I found an abandoned mine in the Sierra’s once and we went back into that about 1/2 mile or so, only to discover a ceiling chocked full of bats! Now that turned out to be a turning point in my life, as I found myself whenever I discovered one (abandoned mines or tunnels), venturing deep into the pits of a mine and exploring by flashlight, the bowels of mother earth.
We were in Spain, and a guy bet me that I would not jump off of a perfectly good aircraft carrier, so I did. Ninety-four feet to the waterline. But this wasn’t something all that new to me, I had previously jumped off a railroad bridge at Lake Texhoma and a public bridge at Catfish Bay, Oklahoma.
Noodled for catfish on the Washita River and went to a Rattlesnake hunt in Okeene, Oklahoma, both I would wholeheartedly pass up today. There are safer things to do in this life, such as, digging for sand crystals on the Salt Flats or something like that.
My cousin talked me into climbing a rock face with him in Colorado and everything was just swell, until I found myself at a place where I could not go up or go down. Froze on the side of rock cliff for some six hours, not a pleasant Saturday afternoon as I recall.
I danced with a transvestite in Trieste, Italy, and did not know that he/she was a tranny. That got interesting for a brief time, until I gave “her” to Harry Braid, who was from Dayton Ohio, and I assume he had never danced with one either.
Took diving lessons, learned to dive in a swimming pool with an instructor. Then went to Florida and did a dive that was sixty-five feet. Made it half-way down, and my ears started to really bother me, so I stopped and held onto the rope, that is until a Barracuda swam by my face, and then I decided it was time to go up (Post haste) to the dive boat.
Went up in a small airplane three times to jump and begin my sport parachute career, didn’t happen. I did however get out on the wheel strut and briefly looked down at the earth, some 4,000 ft below before crawling back into the plane. Ran my Harley up to an honest 130 MPH on a country road one hot July back in seventy-four. Rode it 6,000 miles across America over a period of some five months time.
Skinny dipped with college kids on the South Canadian River, swam in the Yellowstone River sans attire, did a river in Idaho one time alongside a busy highway. Never have been to a topless beach but I have heard of them. Did some class three rapids on a river in California and a girl named Debbie on lake in Missouri at midnight on a full moon night in August.
You would think that would be the end of it, but it isn’t. Not long ago I inadvertently came across one more opportunity for adventure of sorts.
We were in New Mexico having breakfast at Clines Corners. Two local guys pulled in with a pickup and horse trailer and then unloaded three horses to rest, and tied them to the trailer. They came in and sat down in the booth next to us and ordered breakfast. I inquired of one of them, “How come you have three horses, but there are only two of you?” and this guy smiled and says, “Charlie was out all night long chasing skirts, and did not want to get out of bed this morning. We decided to come on without him, we had already loaded the horses.”
He then looks at me and says, “Can you ride a horse?” and his buddy kind of chuckled.
I replied with, “You betcha, I can sit a horse, no problem.”
He then said, “You wanna go up in the hills with us and bring down some cattle today?” and I looked at the wife and said “You be okay, here in the parking lot?” and she just gave me that look that I know so well after all these years.
Now it is your turn. What is the strangest or most interesting thing you have done in your life?
Take a shot at it.