Road to Nowhere night Mission
reasoning
A venture must be made to the Dunkirk water front. This journey must be made on foot, at night. These requirements should test the durability of the mind, as well as the endurance of spirit, and the stamina of the body. Samples from the beach there are to be extracted. These objects will be forever warped by the hauntingly long walk that allowed them to be obtained.
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ROUTE
This journey started at the adventurer’s residence on Day St. From there he traveled up Lambert, to get to Cottage St. From there he makes a left and begins the excrutiatingly long trek down Central. This forced march was marked down as 7.44 miles long. 3.5 miles out, 3.5 miles back.
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inventory
Essential Layers 2 containers (for samples)
Backback Sneakers
Water Bottle (Refillable)
Flip Phone
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ON ROUTE The “adventure” down Central is deceivingly long. Mind numbingly long. My mind has gone through the phases of paranoia, a fun little tid bit you don’t think about until you’re walking past street after street of dead looking houses. A ghost town would seem like a bustling metropolis when compared to Fredonia at 12am on a Sunday night. The only human interaction I have is when an ambulance blasts past. Leaving me slightly blinded and a little unnerved for the rest of the journey. I begin to question my own sanity as each stop light brings me no closer to my intended objective.
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objective complete
The specimen includes: - A film container filled with a handful of rusty bolts and wet sand -A sandwich bag with a small collection of shale, which glistened in the starlight.
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SYNOPSIS This exposition down the long pavement of Central was much more of a mind numbing experience than I think I could have prepared myself for. Starting out I was fairly confident in my abilities, and my stamina for long distance has always been stellar. What gnawed on me near the end was the rationing of water, and my lack of sustenance while on the walk. When making the return journey my stomach made churning noises and my mind began to play tricks on me. The only motivation to keep going was that I would be able to eat, take off my sneakers, and lie down. Rest was not easy that night, as I had a dream shortly after lying down that I had somehow left something on the beach, and it was mandatory that I make a return trip. The very thought makes me shudder to think about. This journey did give me an appreciation for navigation, nature, and the serenity of being alone. Yes, my jounrey did have some moments of rather rediculous paranoia and hair raising thoughts of being torn apart by cannibals, but there were also some very nice and peculiar moments out on the road. I stared down a massive pack of deer. I witnessed parallel traffic lights sync up and create their own light show/dance party (which lulled me into a stupor for a few minutes). If I had to make this journey again I would bring food. Company would be nice too, but sometimes you just have to pack a nice assortment of snacks and go find some random stuff to bring home. By the way that random stuff is now severely cherished because of the literal lengths I went to acquire it.
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Written/ Illustrated by John J. Weaver