![]() Oxbow lakes usually form in flat, low-lying plains close to where the river empties into another body of water. The meander becomes an oxbow lake along the side of the river. A lake forms as the river finds a different, shorter, course. Here are the rules.An oxbow lake starts out as a curve, or meander, in a river. Rather than give you the one word, I’m giving you a list of synonyms to choose your one word from. You can think of this game as a one-word creativity prompt. Want to play the advanced game? Use your synonym as inspiration to create a new blog post: words, images, sound, video … just about anything, really. Use a thesaurus to find a synonym for the word in the comment, and reply with that. You can also play by replying to any of the comments. (Check out the conditions of play if you’re not sure what that means. Or maybe use it to inspire a poem or micro-fiction or…ĮZPZ, right? Just play nice. If you like, add a few words (or a bunch of words) about why you picked it. Now tell us what you picked in a comment. By the end of the trip, my gut and instincts were so well honed, there usually weren’t many must-see places left.Īfter two months meandering through Europe it was time to head back home to New Hampshire and figure out what came next.īut it’s late, and this post is already pretty long, so I’ll put what happens next off to the next post.Ĭan anyone guess which synonym I’m going to pick for part Two? Want to Play?įirst, pick a synonym from below. Make choices about direction at every intersection based on gut, intuition, whatever feels right.įor the next day or so, I’d pull out the guidebook and maps, and try to figure out what kind of “must see” places my meanderings hadn’t brought me to. I like to spend a day or two wandering the streets. That’s a fair indication of how I explore cities, as well. On arrival, I’d just check the departure boards for the next train heading for an interesting destination. By the end of the first month, I’d begun just heading to the train station whenever it felt time to leave. ![]() I also dropped the idea of an itinerary, planning several cities in advance. Stayed several days in the cities I’d visit. Took trains during the day, so I could watch the countryside roll by. Among those two weeks were most of the best days I’d ever lived, even if it did at times feel like I was in the back seat of a car careening through narrow Roman streets, with half of Interpol on our tails.īut after those two weeks were up… I was done. It was beautiful, fascinating, illuminating, extraordinary … exhilarating. We often took overnight trains, both to save money on accommodation, and to “see more of the cities”. And I’m pretty sure I missed a couple stops in that itinerary. That’s a car chase in a Jason Bourne film. In fourteen days of train travel (and a ferry from Greece to Italy) we stopped in, Athens, Brindisi (Italy), Venice, Florence, Brook an der Mur (Austria), Vienna (just for an afternoon!), Salzburg (Austria), Grindlewald (Switzerland), Baden-Baden (Germany, where we were both born), Koln (I think… Germany) and Rome.įor me, that’s not traveling. Although it was the first time either of us had ever traveled without our parents, it became clear almost immediately our ideas on how to travel diverged significantly. My sister came along for the first two weeks. Saved up enough to … well … meander through Europe for a couple months. Got a job ski patrolling at the local mountain. They were like the Amazon of photography and film back then, at the end of the 1970s.)Ī year of that and I realized that as much as I loved photography, maybe making a career of it really wasn’t for me. (One of the top photography schools in the US, btw, and Kodak headquarters right next door. ![]() I discovered photography in high school, and followed it for a year after I graduated, studying photographic illustration at Rochester Institute of Technology, in upstate New York. I’ve meandered through my professional life too. Perhaps that’s not the best way to sell yourself when you’re trying to be a travel writer. It occurs to me now that “meander” and “meandering” could easily replace “travel” and “traveling” in that bio. So went the one-sentence bio I used when looking for publishers and agents to take on the anthology of travel stories I’d written while, well, meandering around several continents for several years. but first and always a Canadian, Patrick wasn’t so much born to travel as he was born traveling. Conceived in Italy, born in West Germany, Raised in the U.S.A. ![]()
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