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Alive, but infected with the Niche thing…

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~The Outdooress~

Long time no write, ehh….Although, honestly, that’s nothing unusual in the repotoire of how I blog.

Disappearing for months on end has been one of the blog conditions I’ve come down with many times over my years of blogging. It’s sort of like getting a fever, one must lay low for awhile, regroup, and start again with a renewed system.

Usually when I go blog quiet, I’m off doing my little adventures, leaping mountains with a single bound or swimming across rivers in the pursuit of dimpled water.

This time my reasons for absence is pure adulterous blog behavior. I’ve been cheating on Provocation with a new blog I created to capture all my outdoor experiences.

I started my new site for several reasons. First the idea was planted in my mind by someone who writes in the outdoor field and he encouraged me to step up to the water line. Second, it made sense. I spend the vast majority of my time outdoors. For me, it’s a way of life and because of it’s niche like details, I didn’t write about it often on this blog. Here at Provocation I’ve occasionally mentioned when had been off on a week long hiking trip, or fly fishing for trout in some remote place, but on the whole, I understand my way of life isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, so I’ve kept it minimal and played down the best I could.

The thing is, I’ve always been as drawn to the outdoors as I am to writing, but I’ve neglected combining the two this entire time.  Now I am and I’m really enjoying it. In fact, I wish I had been doing it all these years. The short amount of time I’ve put into placing my outdoor observations into blog form has been extremely welcomed within the outdoor community. I’ve been offered some incrediable opportunities and I’m pursuing all my newly discovered options.

Maybe, just maybe, all these years as I’ve struggled to find purpose and direction for my writing, the answer was waiting patiently in my fly fishing creel the whole (damn) time.  I may have finally found my niche in this big old world.

If you would like to take a peek ~ The new blog link ~ The Outdooress

As for mentioning my new writing niche here, I understand what I’m doing over there is an individual type lifestyle and certainly not for everyone which is why I’ll need my Provocation. When I watch a woman walking down the street with a squirrel purse in one hand and a shit-zoo on a diamond leash hanging from the other, I must have an outlet for such moments or I’ll burst with observational notations that stack up in my mind ~

Messages For Every Occasion as well….

Finding my balance,
Rebecca Anne

She who goes Walkabout

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Peace is a River

Peace is a River

 Paul has referred to me as, ‘she who goes walkabout’ a few times over the years. That’s a reference I’ll wrap around my persona and run with any day I can. Gone is good, gone is fun and gone is movement. My mind and body needs walkabouts, otherwise I do tend to go a bit stir crazy.

No one wants or needs to witness my personal brand of stir crazy, including me.

I had yet another fantastic time away which makes home life pale in comparison. The walls of my home feel bland and constricting compared to the expanse of life outdoors. I’m fairly certain at this point in my life, I could become a nomad. A rubbertramp who could live out of a truck and pull trailer with whatever I could stuff in. I could braid my hair, wrap a bandanna on my head and shower twice a week in a waterfall. Now, I’m not a radical… I wouldn’t try to live off the land. A life without Diet Coke and Oreo cookies would borderline unnecessary self deprivation. I may be off center, but I’m not insane.

Two Big Fish and a Rebecca

Two Big Fish and a Rebecca

I’ve done a lot of writing during this last month of travels. It’s not all fun, fishing and f*ckin off. I can be having the best of times, but my mind keeps writing sentences no matter what I’m doing and those sentences usually demand I stop and write them down. Writing is the most faithful companion to my ever wandering moods.

Sometimes I do wish my mind would write in trashy romance novel themes. It wouldn’t be so bad if I was standing on a bank fishing with 15 men and my brain was ticking off the sentences of a seedy sex scene with robust breasts and throbbing, well, you know……Then I could smile down the bank and laugh secretly to myself with my racy writing thoughts. I’m lacking the, ‘if only they knew’ potential of that sort of writing mind.

It’s time for me to attempt some major catching up with the reality of the world. I hope all is well and the summer is treating everyone in the most brilliant of beautiful ways.

I should mention, I’m now spending time over at RigginZ Outdoors~

Summer Slacker

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Kaitlyn and a camera shy Bandon, just a day on the River

~Summer Slacker in training...Kaitlyn and a camera shy Bandon, just a day up Camping~

For those of you that follow me on Twitter (as I’m sure everyone twitters these days, right?) or those who are my friends on Facebook (what?!! you haven’t friended me on Facebook yet? WTH?) you know that I snuck out of town again last week. I couldn’t help myself, it’s the allure of Mountains and the seasonal salmon run……

My current ‘at home status’ is simply a temporary pit-stop. I’m leaving again this Wednesday. It’s the fourth of July weekend ~ I must go, no choice,  no apologies, adios style!

It would be un-American not to go enjoy the weekend, right? As for leaving on Wednesday, well that’s just a preemptive maneuver to avoid the weekend crowd and claim a banner camping space. It’s a dog eat dog world on a holiday weekend, fight for your bone, king of the hill, claim your territory flag quickly sort of deal. Early departure, well, I’m just smart like that~

This is the first summer since I started blogging (as some of you can vouch) that I’ve tried to touch base in between my frequent departures. In the past I just took off, traveled, did my thang and usually around September I’d pop in for a, hey I’m alive, blog post. It feels a bit strange this year to keep admitting  just how often I take off for days at a time. If someone was watching my action I imagine it would hurt the neck, a bit like a tennis match, back and forth, to and fro, there she is and there she goes……

Just a regular morning in the mountains

Just a regular morning in the mountains

Welcome to my world~

I took this picture a week ago on a trip. It should illustrate why I’m on the run all through the summer. There are so many things to see, so many moments to etch into my memory and simply put….there is so much beauty out there I can’t bear to risk missing any of it.

 I’m not sure if that desire makes me a true slacker or if I’ve just constructed a life that allows for personal exploration and frequent adventures.  Movement outside of my hometown is one of the priorities in my life that brings me true joy. I understand every individuals definition of joy is different, but I can put out there that I truly hope other people make room for joy in their world as well…..frequently.

Honorary “guy” Status

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Combat Salmon Fishing

Combat Salmon Fishing

In the Great Outdoors, when it comes to either fishing or hunting, participating woman are the minority.  Meaning, for every 10 or 20 guys, you might discover one lady tucked into the group giving the activity a whirl.

In my experience, usually that one lady is there by conversion effort rather then true individual desire. Meaning, a guy started dating a lady that had never fished or hunted and he told her that’s what he was into….. in turn she automatically gushed, “OH, I love the outdoors.” Translation “OH, if you love the outdoors, I’ll learn to love fishing or hunting, at least until we are married anyway.” ~~For the record, loving the outdoors and loving fishing/hunting are two different balls of wax, I’m just saying ~~I liken the conversion ladies to—-Eventual Weekend Fishing and Hunting Watchers & Widows.

Conversion ladies gets the full treatment. The men will put in an impressive effort to take care of these gals, tying bait, fixing snags, carrying a backpack etc….. Guys become quite the gentleman in a zone where typically they can relax and flex their manly instincts. Bless their little hearts, these guys want desperately for their ladies to love what they love……….

And then there are a few of us gals participating in the rougher side of the outdoor league that are there, not to impress a guy, but because we want to be there. I’ll call us few, The True Bloods. A True Blood will go fishing all by her lonesome self without the need of a male babysitter and love every second of it.

Jack Salmon

My Bambino Jack Salmon

I’ve noticed, we True Bloods get treated differently out there in the testosterone zone. Once the guys realize we can handle our own equipment, that we aren’t there by association and we are just as competitive and focused as they are, we earn “honorary guy status”…….all the veils fade and the censor chips are tossed into a deep crevice.

When guys absorb that I’m not going to go all hormonal on them, they will first let the cuss words fly. Oh lordy these guys can cuss when they get going. Sometimes I think there should be a new cussing credential that soars past typical trucker cussing. If I say, “Dude, you cuss like a salmon fisherman” that means you could roll grandpa, twice, in his grave with profanity. I never flinch when the profanity flies. All part of the experience in acceptance.

Once a gal has passed the profanity test, nothing seems to be off limits in this honorary status. Guys jump straight to scratching their balls at random and spitting off the river bank without shame in front of a True Blood. In my experience complete acceptance is when the guys seem to forget I have ovaries and pee at random near me. I can’t write how many times I’ve glanced over from a campfire or riverbank and witnessed a guy water painting circles in the dirt. Now if I could just figure out how to pee in front of the guys without exposing my ass to the world, all would be equal and balanced.

I understand some may translate all that I’ve written as crude behavior on guys part, but for me, I see it as a time when everyone can let loose, forget the constrains of city life, pressure, expectation and presumptions. In the rougher outdoors, there is a different set of rules everyone abides by, an honor code and that code has nothing to do with Emily Posts etiquette book.

I wish I may, I wish I might……

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Be gone again, this very night.

Traveling and exploring. It’s like a drug. A sensational… just try it once or twice and you’re hooked, sort of addiction. I’ve only been home since late last night and the walls of my house feel like a torture chamber of implied stationary boredom. In other words, I want the hell out of here, and pronto. Another emergency trip of the soul saving….. travel variety may be in order in the next few days. I’m telling you, it’s a sickness that is never quite satisfied.

dscn0533smallI had a fabulous time. First we went North for some salmon fishing, then we swung South for some more dinosaur fishing.

I believe what made this trip extra special was the fact we ended up camping with a group of fantastic people. It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t expected..By the luck of the camping space claimed, we broke bread, shared a campfire and fished with people I’d never met before this weekend and I loved it.

Honestly, I barely fished (bait fishing and I don’t mesh well~I’m all about the flyfishing) and I still had a wonderful time. I was in the midst of kindred people and that was all the entertainment I needed. I believe I can even claim I made friends that I shall see again. Big Bonus and gives me something to look forward too~

In light of recent blog entries I find it prudent to go on record today and state I hugged during departures yesterday. I can’t claim I was the initiator, and the first one caught me unaware so I’m sure it would rate low on the huggable meter, but the next few I paid attention, hugged back like I meant it (and I really did) and you know what………it wasn’t so bad!

I do believe there is hope for me yet~

I also did some flip video over the weekend. Maybe if I can figure out how to actually work the thing beyond just taking videos, I’ll post up some live action one of these days. This dog can indeed learn new tricks….hugging….video…..I can just see the horizon of possibilities getting bigger and brighter every day.