Life in the physical world is just a little too hectic; with the house now approaching its 30th birthday (not that I’ve lived in it that long!) the decision was made earlier this year to start overhauling and updating parts of it. You know, the usual stuff: new kitchen and other rooms, interior alterations to make better use of space, bathroom updates, blah, blah, blah. Some – like the installation of a full solar / battery system – have gone well (aside from a few software teething troubles); others have not progressed quite so well, leading to much gnashing of teeth and trying very hard not to teach the cats too many Naughty Words (they are both approaching 15 months of age, so far too young for some of the more colourful metaphors which bless the English language!).
All of which means that there are times (quite a lot of them of late) where the urge to just get any from everything has been overwhelming. Fortunately for me – and anyone feeling the need to escape the day’s demands and just breathe in nature – Ari (Aridis Inaka) has provided an escape to – quite literally – The Middle of Nowhere.
Occupying a Homestead region, this is a setting where the simple pleasures of country walks, feeling tall grass brushing against fingertips as you wander and watching birds wheel overhead and horses roaming free, can be enjoyed. A place which, despite the surrounding sea, gives a sense of gently rolling prairielands only lightly touched by the hand of Man; a setting where (for those who wish) a gentle audio stream flows to further encourage muscles to unknot and thought processes to let go (and I’ll be honest, given it features the likes of Bear McCreary, Danny Elfman, Alexandre Desplat and legends such as Ennio Morricone and Michel Legrand, it really is worth a listen!).
The region’s About Land notes introduce the region as place of horses and sunsets and where light role-play is welcome. It is a description that fits, although there is much in terms of opportunities for photography, relaxation and contemplation that perhaps passes unmentioned. It’s also a place well suited to the quote from Frances Jane van Alstyne’s (aka Franny Crosby), On Hearing a Description of a Prairie Ari offers as a description for the region within her Profile:
It’s a fitting description because the American prairie can often been imagined as a vast ocean as the wind ripples the grasslands (and crops!) growing across them like waves caught in the breath of a sea breeze. More to the point here, perhaps, is that the metaphorical mixing of prairie and sea also helps region and surrounding waters flow together as a unified environment, rather than one simply being bounded on all sides by the other.
To offer a blow-by-blow tour of the region is perhaps an exercise in futility; its very nature – almost completely low-lying and carpeted in tall grasses – means that it offers most of its secrets to visitors from the moment they arrive. Points of interest are easily located, and the setting’s easy beauty sets the feet a-wandering with ease. The only real break in the gentle undulations of the land are to be found to the north, where a curtain of high cliffs rise from a westward and squat table of rock to border the region as they march to the east, the waters tumbling from them giving rise to a shallow channel which in part separates them from the rest of the landscape.
The grasslands are largely given over to the horses roaming them, although here and there the horizon is broken by a tree or by the blocky form of a wooden shack or cabin – or ruin thereof. The trees offer a mix of shade for visitors and horses and places to sit or swing. The shacks and cabins speak to the passage of human occupation, as little as it might have been, what appears to be the detritus of that life remaining within and without some of them – thus offering possible props and ideas for gentle role-play. To one side of the setting and atop a small knoll, sits an aging chapel, a small graveyard in the lee of the knoll. The chapel offers a sanctuary of remembrance to those wishing to avail themselves of it, whiles the open camp site a short walk away presents a place for fireside conviviality.
Simply formed, but clearly put together with an eye for detail (and a little whimsy, giving the wandering / dancing tree!), this is a region which can be easily enjoyed and photographed. If you are looking for a place to which you might escape the demands of life (physical or virtual) and simply gather your breath whilst recharging mental batteries, then you can do little better then dropping into The Middle of Nowhere.
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- The Middle of Nowhere (Moyenne, rated Moderate)
Inara Pey: Living in a Modemworld 