Nothing drastic - just that now I will post of my domestic adventures. They are equally as weird, worldly, and wander-ful. A new school year has started and so many adventures have already been had. I will only tell of one, though - my adventure to Valhalla.
I will define a few things to clarify and make the story sound far more coherent.
Valhalla is the name of the house a wonderful group of my friends currently live in. This group is lovingly called the Terrific Republic.
The Terrific Republic is an ever expanding group of kids based out of East Hall. They accepted me my freshman year, becoming the first group of friends I made up here. This year is the first year without that core group living in East. Now they are centralized in that house off campus.
So now you know how wonderfully eccentric this group of kids is and will forever be. In a nutshell - we're all oddballs.
Back to the main venture...
This Labor day weekend I became a true-blue Boonie when I bought myself a bike and a nice pair of Chacos (Hey, I got a job, so I had to celebrate somehow). After 2 days of minor adventures around campus, on Monday I decided I really wanted to venture further. "Well why not to the great estate of Valhalla?!" I thinketh.
So I look up the house on google maps and it was not terribly far away, but it was farther than I had ridden. After acquiring the proper directions and writing them on the most convenient of notepads (i.e. the back of my hand), I seize my helmet and make my way to my trusty steed.
All began swimmingly. I knew already how to make the first leg of the journey.
It all started with that street - the one that would appear sooner than it aught. I figured google was wrong and turned onto a road earlier than expected, but it was suppose to lead me to the right place eventually. This would have been a fine decision, had I realized this road diverged and changed into another. I was blissfully ignorant at the time.
It was in this state I encountered my first big Boone, mountainous hill (at least in my mind). I road up it thought with a feeling of triumph. I continued on, out of breath, but confident. The confidence be extinguish in a short moment when I came across the "Dead End" sign, needing one more road to turn onto. Alas the road was not there and my exhaustive efforts were in vain.
To make a long story short (too late), I will merely say I went up 2 more wrong and, more importantly, steep hills before I found the right one and the steepest one. I didn't make it up very far when I hit the last one, though. I accepted my defeat and walked up the hill, arms in front of me and head down.
I reached the top.
Mounted my mechanical mare.
And flew down the hill, to Valhalla.
I was quickly embraced by the familiar faces of my younger and not so formidable years.
