A few weeks ago, I was on a whirlwind tour of five states in five weeks. I went from D.C. to the hills of northwest Georgia. Then west to Texas, north to Indiana and east to North Carolina. Along the way, I acquired a new companion. A lone Barrel of Monkeys monkey got mixed up at a bar with a bunch of Jenga pieces. Who could leave such a poor bereft creature behind? Clearly, he'd broken free from the confines of his barrel, consorted with a bunch of wooden blocks of questionable stability and made his way into my life. And so following that night at a Dallas pub (in which the rickety Jenga blocks failed me several times), Adventure Monkey joined my travels.
As noted before, I am not a particularly fine traveler. Adventurer in heart but trapped in a definitively homebody, I don't even have my passport. But perhaps, with the help of a swinging monkey man, I can find my way to a few more adventures in life.
Adventure Monkey is Born
Adventure Monkey takes on the Texas State Fair
Adventure Monkey in Kokomo, Indiana, City of Firsts
Adventure Monkey explores the cornfields of the Hoosier State
Rocking goat at the Valle Crucis Fair
With a little help from Dad, Adventure Monkey takes in the Valle Crucis view
I started writing when I was six. About 20 years later, I started taking photographs. I see the world in snapshots. And for what those can't capture, there's always words, words, words. I live in Atlanta, Ga., with a bearded husband,two darling cats named Clementine and Lulabelle and a mountain of shoes. I love the South, Diet Coke, dandelions and a gaggle of nieces and nephews.
3 comments:
Hmm, perhaps Adventure Monkey would like to take a trip to sunny Cleveland?
(Hint: no one wants to take a trip to sunny Cleveland! But still, he should consider it!)
Yay, Adventure Monkey! He seems like a fantastic traveling companion.
Perhaps, Jenn, he will be a reason to *finally* get my passport!!! :)
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