Roller Derby Bootcamp Week 1

March 1st, 2017

Today I start something I’ve never done before…Roller Derby Bootcamp. If you don’t know what Roller Derby is, it’s […]

Go Do Be From Eureka

January 18th, 2017

Hey Everyone! Maralana here coming to you from Eureka California restarting the great thing that is the Go Do […]

Fundamentals make Disc Golf Fun

September 13th, 2016

Over the last 2 years I have had the opportunity to play disc golf a few times. If you […]

Exploring Arcata Community Forest

September 7th, 2016

Located just behind the Humboldt State University lies what seems to be another world masked by the name Arcata […]

Waterfalls to check out in Yosemite

August 30th, 2016

After 3 long years living on the West coast and hearing the stories of beautiful waterfalls and landscape in Yosemite along with the gorgeous hiking and other outdoor explorations available.

Diamond Peak Crystal Ridge

March 4th, 2015

Diamond Peaks Crystal Ridge Run boasts some of the best views of Lake Tahoe. Come take a ride with us down Crystal Ridge

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Most beautiful lakes to kayak

May 15th, 2014

We went down the lane, by the body of the man in black, sodden now from the overnight hail, and broke into the woods at the foot of the hill. We pushed through these towards the railway without meeting a soul. The woods across the line were but the scarred and blackened ruins of woods; for the most part the trees had fallen, but a certain proportion still stood, dismal grey stems, with dark brown foliage instead of green. […]

New adventure experience: Diving in ice lake

May 9th, 2014

After partaking of my evening meal of cheese-like food and vegetable milk I sought out Sola, whom I found working by the light of a torch upon some of Tars Tarkas’ trappings. She looked up at my approach, her face lighting with pleasure and with welcome. I am glad you came,” she said; “Dejah Thoris sleeps and I am lonely. Mine own people do not care for me, John Carter; I am too unlike them. It is a sad fate, since I must live my life amongst them, and I often wish that I were a true green Martian woman, without love and without hope; but I have known love and so I am lost. I promised to tell you my story, or rather the story of my parents. From what I have learned of you and the ways of your people I am sure that the tale will not seem strange to you, but among green Martians it has no parallel within the memory of the oldest living Thark, nor do our legends hold many similar tales. […]

There, among some young pine trees and furze bushes

August 21st, 2012

A sudden chill came over me. There was a loud shriek from a woman behind. I half turned, keeping my eyes fixed upon the cylinder still, from which other tentacles were now projecting, and began pushing my way back from the edge of the pit. I saw astonishment giving place to horror on the faces of the people about me. I heard inarticulate exclamations on all sides. There was a general movement backwards. I saw the shopman struggling still on the edge of the pit. I found myself alone, and saw the people on the other side of the pit running off, Stent among them. I looked again at the cylinder, and ungovernable terror gripped me. I stood petrified and staring. A big greyish rounded bulk, the size, perhaps, of a bear, was rising slowly and painfully out of the cylinder. As it bulged up and caught the light, it glistened like wet leather. […]

I should have had the surprise of my life, but I did not know at that time

August 15th, 2012

“Have they ever subjected you to cruelty and ignominy, Dejah Thoris?” I asked, feeling the hot blood of my fighting ancestors leap in my veins as I awaited her reply. Only in little ways, John Carter,” she answered. “Nothing that can harm me outside my pride. They know that I am the daughter of ten thousand jeddaks, that I trace my ancestry straight back without a break to the builder of the first great waterway, and they, who do not even know their own mothers, are jealous of me. At heart they hate their horrid fates, and so wreak their poor spite on me who stand for everything they have not, and for all they most crave and never can attain. Let us pity them, my chieftain, for even though we die at their hands we can afford them pity, since we are greater than they and they know it.” […]