#doors

I don't think it works to just be mad at them - Maxine Waters out ranting and kicking down the doors. It would be so easy to dismiss you and marginalize you. ↗

— Maxine Waters

#doors #down #easy #i #just

A great many people, and more all the time, live their entire lives without ever once sleeping out under the stars. ↗

— Alan S. Kesselheim

#modern-life #outdoors #age

Small mistakes, the lack of care, little accidents, and somewhere a tipping point is passed and things go badly wrong. Expedition history brims with tragedies built out of incremental missteps. ↗

— Alan S. Kesselheim

#expedition #outdoors #age

Oh, I’m burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free . . . and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? Why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills. Open the window again wide: fasten it open! ↗

— Emily Brontë

#outdoors #wilderness #change

Having a pleasant time can extend a long period of time to have a fun time. ↗

— Travis Polso

#communication #community #economy #extend #fun

Camping has become one of my most beloved pastimes. I take a fierce delight in swinging a pak o my back or into a canoe and heading for the hills or lakes. In my opinion, camping can be the greatest expression of free will, personal independence, innate ability, and resourcefulness possible today in our industrialized, urbanized existence. Regardless of how miserable or how splendid the circumstances, the sheer experience of camping seems a total justification for doing it. ↗

— Anne LaBastille

#experience

Fred coughed, which caused Sam and Ellie to look over at her. “Hey, Ellie. Watch this.” Mentally apologizing to her oldest friend, Fred seized Jonas by the shirt collar and heaved him out of his chair and through the (fortunately open) sliding door. Jonas was densely built (“Deliciously so,” Dr. Barb might have said over the sound of Fred’s retching), but no match for Fred’s hybrid strength, and the air velocity he achieved was really quite something. Fred ignored his wail (“My sundaeeee!”), which became easier to do the fainter it got. ↗

— MaryJanice Davidson

#sundae #throwing-friends-out-doors #tossing #humor

I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by autumnal flashes of red and yellow. ↗

— Wendy Delsol

#crisp #fall #imagine #leaf #leaves

I feel very adventurous. There are so many doors to be opened, and I'm not afraid to look behind them. ↗

— Elizabeth Taylor

#afraid #behind #doors #feel #i