“Life is either a great adventure or nothing.”
So I know some pretty awesome peoples on a forum called Holy Worlds. I met up with four of them yesterday: Mark, Andrew, Anna, and Rachel/Captain Nemo. It’s fortunate that they are so awesome, because I can be an
idiot impulsive klutz sometimes. But more on that later. *cough*
Real life is loads better than the internet. Writing with words is nice and easier in some ways. But in real life you can laugh at the inflection in someone’s voice, in their grin and thinking expression. Sometimes you can look at someone and know exactly what they’re thinking; you both grin and understand each other.
That’s community, and I think that’s a harder death to accomplish. Too bad, community haters.
We were late, exactly as I predicted, which worked out all fine anyway (we left later ;)). My Twin and I watched part of Kate and Leopold on the way up, preparing our vocabulary for meeting up with other writers.
After we arrived, we commenced the book swapping and showing of notebooks (whoop!) and Legos. Anna had made a model of Hawkes on a police car, and it was adorable. She did an epic job, and I forgot to take a picture. 😛 I also had Mountain Dew before lunch time. You have permission to be afraid in retrospect. We talked writing and wrangling characters, in the latter of which Captain is quite proficient. Then we ate lunch (I was being slow at eating because I was excited and talking; imagine that), and then we headed to the Falls.
It was absolutely gorgeous. 😎 The trees were so very tall, like words, and the leaves were green and flickering. You could stand and watch the water, spray by spray, tumble all the way down the rockway and crash below and slip over rocks.
It was good to feel small and smaller again, and be able to laugh because of it.
We tried to catch some fishes with sticks, and Andrew copped a minnow-fish. ^_^ The river was nice and splashy and cold. And we found rocks, and a caterpillar, but it was dead.
At some point in my infinite, uh, wisdom, I jumped a distance I was unsure of and landed….wrongly. I’m not going to write how exactly that felt, I don’t think. o.O Suffice it to say we think I sprained my ankle. I can move all my toes, though ’tis sore and I’ll have a spectacular bruise for a while, but I can’t walk on it. Fortunately I have two awesome big brothers who could help me get back to the car. 🙂
As Andrew said in the van, “You got hurt having an adventure; that’s the best way to get hurt if you’re going to.”
We effectively numbed my ankle with ice packs and we kept talking. My mouth was obviously not injured, which I enjoyed at least. 😉 *cough* Andrew read out loud from his vintage edition of Pilgrim at Tinker’s Creek (yeah, I’m jealous) and I understood the chapter called “Sight” in a way I hadn’t before. I could see the color patches, and what walking between them was.
I couldn’t play my guitar, but we did sing a little Andrew Peterson, Andy Gullahorn, and Jill Phillips. Well, I tried to sing. But it was fun. 😀
Supper was delicious (aaaand I didn’t have to bring food! ^_^), and I wish I could write down all the stories of the day. The entire day was so full, the kind of full that comes from a day where pace by pace you drink from the dregs and its measure is goodness. Needless to say, it felt like home, rather. That also entails that I miss everyone a lot. But ’tis worth it.
It’s kind of annoying, sometimes, that things don’t stay the same. I suppose, though, if nothing ever ended, nothing would ever get started. I still don’t like endings in general; heh, I’ll be glad when endings end. But the community there was/is rather like the Square Peg Alliance.
Eric Peters said, “The Square Peg Alliance will never die! Until we die, that is.”
And I think the unspoken addition to that is the fact that we graduate when we die. On earth, we’re considered to be square pegs surrounded by round holes (’tis a very good sort of weird), so while here we stick together and…make a square or something. Out of square pegs. Or Legos.
It got away from me. Sorry.
Sometimes you know things are going to end, and you feel like crying. Sometimes you look at beautiful pictures and wanderlust refuses to leave, sweeps you up and down the road, and little towns are just too small. And sometimes you laugh, and have an adventure, and get scraped up, and find home and it doesn’t matter how small the town is. Because people are the strongest echoes of home, more than the pull of the places.
And waterfalls are everywhere if you look.
(Awesome photo of Toccoa Falls taken by Anna. :D)