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unpack-my-heart · 5 years ago

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i am no bird (no net ensnares me)

The first time Eddie decided to leave for the bright lights of the big city, it was a rainy Tuesday afternoon in January and he’d been drunk on a fermenting promise to himself that was becoming slippery. So slippery was this promise that at any moment he feared he’d drop it, and it would splatter on the floor, messy and irrecoverable. He was nineteen years old; old enough to know better but young enough that his hare-brained decisions could be written off as the recklessness of a youth not yet over. When he’d told the others that he was planning to leave, with the phone crackling wildly under the strain of their seven way conversation, they had all whooped loudly, cheering a victory that he hadn’t yet won.

“I knew this would be the year you’d leave, Eds! I could feel it in my dick”

Fucking gross.

After he’d chewed Richie out for being crude, faux-annoyance honeying his words, he’d remained silent for a very long time, listening to the others trip and stumble over each other, babbling about how good emancipation felt, how the air had never tasted as sweet as it had the day they’d left, the day they’d left Derry and never looked back.

He’d planned to leave, had always meant to leave, had gotten as far as idly scrolling through flight schedules late at night, the moon watching him with her soft, sceptical gaze, but something held him back. The invisible red tether that cut deep welts into his heart tightened viciously whenever the thought of leaving fluttered through his brain, butterfly smooth. His mother tugged on the tether, and reminded Eddie that his wings had been clipped a long time ago.

When Richie left Derry, nearly two years ago, Eddie hadn’t cried. Dry-eyed, face bright and free from tear-tracks, he’d rubbed soothing circles into Richie’s back as Richie cried, great heaving sobs that dampened Eddie’s almost-scratchy jersey sweater. He’d cried on Eddie’s shoulder for eons of time that they didn’t have, until Richie’s phone began to buzz fiercely. Eddie’s eyes remained firmly, petulantly dry. They’d remained dry when Richie told him, in a voice thick with sorrow, that out of all the Losers, out of all the people he’d ever met and even the people he hadn’t, that his Eds was his favourite. Eddie’s eyes remained dry when he watched Richie shove his guitars and the half-broken metal box full of old mixtapes into his half-broken old car that wheezed almost as much as Eddie did. The car sagged under the weight of Richie’s entire life, with no room for Eddie to clamber in, to mould himself around the suitcases. Eddie’s eyes remained dry as he watched Richie drive mouse-slow out of the driveway, and they’d remained dry when Richie shouted out of the window,

“I’ll never forget you, Eds! Not ever! I’ll always remember you and those fucking shorts!”

Those shorts remained folded away in the back of his wardrobe, unworn, unloved, almost-forgotten.

Eddie didn’t leave.

The second time Eddie decided to leave for the bright lights of the big city, he was twenty-four years old, and working full time at the pharmacy that he’d spent so many wasted hours in over the years, queueing up dutifully, waiting for the prescription to be filled, jittering from foot to foot, as if the verruca cream piled haphazardly on the shelf to his left would leap at him. He’d hop from foot to foot, wondering whether these pills would stop the bruising of his heart, or the mocking voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like his own, “you’re cracked you’re damaged you’re ruined”. So many years and so many sugar pills, enough to turn his stomach and make his teeth itch.

The pharmacy was much the same as it ever was, a stagnant pool suspended in the centre of the roaring sea. Aisles of cough syrup and dandruff shampoo bracketed the counter, and Eddie spent his days drumming his fingers on the counter, each pound of each pad against the dull white surface a declaration, a plea.

“You’re never going to leave if you don’t do it now. Rip the band-aid off, Eds, and stop being such a fucking pussy!”

Richie was right in that very frustrating way that Richie was always, always, right, especially when it came to Eddie and his pathological tendency to self-sabotage himself into oblivion. Rather than cradle his life in both of his hands, a fragile little thing that needed nurturing, Eddie had instead condemned it to a solemn existence of apathy and a pretentious sort of melancholy, all the while staring at the little white pills that he’d taken for so long; the little white pills that took the pain away only until they didn’t anymore, lined up neatly in their piss-coloured plastic bottles on the shelves of the pharmacy.

He’d packed his bags with all the gusto he could manage that evening shoving t-shirts and pressed, crisp chinos into an old, dusty rucksack with wild abandon, until he stopped. He stopped, and stared at the bag, really stared at it, and dropped the sweatshirt he’d been holding to the floor. He hadn’t packed his favourite books, the movie ticket stubs he’d saved from when Richie took hilton see the new Star Wars and Eddie had complained bitterly about how ridiculous it was until he’d annoyed Richie so much that he’d been dragged forcefully from the theatre, and they’d gone for burgers instead. There was no room for his favourite shoes, the sweater with the holes in it that Bev had leant him when he was cold and then given to him because the dull purple made the green in his eyes shine brightly, a freshly cut lawn on a summer morning.

Eddie emptied the contents of the bag onto the floor, and stepped over it. Tomorrow, he assured himself, tomorrow he’d leave. Tomorrow.

Eddie didn’t leave.

The third time Eddie decided to leave for the bright lights of the big city, he was thirty-three years old and couldn’t remember why California called his name so loudly, why its siren call echoed across the country, fingers beckoning, seducing. California, a nihilistic melting pot of overworked and underpaid wage slaves who bowed to the corporate bell and submitted themselves to the scrutinizing eye of the Silicon Valley start-ups. That’s what his mother had told him when she’d loomed over his shoulder, pin-ball eyes scanning the screen of his computer. There was nothing there for Eddie, a pharmacist with two degrees under his belt but no actual understanding of how the world worked beyond the safe confines of his small town existence. Highways, supermarkets with more than ten aisles, electric cars, save the turtles, sandals in winter and heatstroke in summer, sweat on your upper lip and tan lines on your knees. California.

His phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Is this Eds? Eds Kaspbrak?”

“Don’t call me that! Uh … Who is this?”

“It’s … Rich. Richie?”

A question, not a statement, as if the caller is asking, is that okay? Is it okay that this is Richie?

“Richie? Richie who?”

A pause that stretches like tar, sticky and black.

“Oh shit!”

Remembrance slammed into Eddie, sucker-punch strong. He remembered a tangled mop of dark brown hair, often flecked with paint. He remembered bucked teeth and freckles that skated across skin like grains of sand tossed up in wind. He remembered the lisp, and the gangly limbs that hung awkwardly, octopus limbs that were too long, too grabby, too energetic.

“Richie fucking Tozier!”

“The very same, Eds. Gotta be honest, I was sort of hoping you wouldn’t pick up, that some housewife would answer all, ‘he doesn’t live here anymore’, but … here you are.”

“Here I am.”

“Still there.”

“Still here,” Eddie confirmed, and his gut trembled with the sort of embarrassment that hung in the air low and heavy, like smoke. Like smog.

“I’m in California,” Richie says eventually, “got a sweet little place on the oceanfront, if you ever … y��know …”

Oh. There it is. The static that had been buzzing around Eddie’s brain when he thought of California, the angry bees that stung him for not remembering finally subdued, finally dropped down dead, because Richie was on the other end of the phone, still lisping, voice a little deeper, a little hoarser, a few too many cigarettes and not enough sleep, perhaps, but he was there, and Eddie had remembered.

“Ocean front, you say?”

The most reckless thing Eddie had done before this was leave the house during a torrential rainstorm with only a showerproof coat, knowing full well that the long fingers of Flu would be tapping at his arms in the morning. Now, here he was, sitting in a tacky sea-food restaurant, pushing prawns around on his plate, with someone he hasn’t seen for over a decade, and he’s drunk. Not too drunk, he can still see without his vision blurring, can still count all of the wrinkles that texture the canvas of Richie’s face, and the freckles. He’s not too drunk to wonder whether these are new freckles, or whether these are the same freckles that he used to stare at when they were lying in the quarry, shirts off and chests to the sky, sunning themselves like heat-starved lizards.

Nevertheless, here he is, Richie Tozier, stuffing paella into his face with one hand and waving wildly in the air with the other as he talks through bites of rice.

“Do you remember when you got kicked out of band?”

Richie groans, wounded.

“Don’t fucking remind me, I was scrubbing the deck for weeks after that old trout rang my mother. Real pissed she was, insisted that trombones are certainly not supposed to be used for such nefarious activities. I still think she shoulda’ been more adventurous”

“I’ll never forget the look on her face, Rich, she was so ready to beat the absolute living shit out of you!” Eddie brayed, stray pieces of pasta escaping his mouth as he spoke, disgusting, but in the dim light of the restaurant, Eddie didn’t care.

The wind whipped at Eddie’s face when they staggered out of the restaurant three hours and ninety dollars later, and Richie grabbed at Edide’s chin roughly.

“You never left, did you?”

“You know I fuckin’ didn’t”

“I shouldn’t have left without you, I never should have left you there.”

Eddie pushed at Richie, gentle enough not to hurt but with enough force that Richie staggered backwards. “It wouldn’t have made a difference. I’ve grown roots, Rich. I’m … I’m stuck there, like one of those plants that hibernates over winter but blooms in summer. I would have dragged you down with me.”

Richie readjusted his grip on Eddie’s chin, and tipped Eddie’s head up. Their eyes met.

“I nearly kissed you when I left, you know.” Richie said. “I really nearly did, got this close, but you looked so …”

“So what?”

“Fine. You looked fine. You didn’t even cry.”

Eddie blinked. “I cried every day for a month after you left. Then every other day for at least six after that. I cried so much my mother sent me to the fucking doctor because she thought I had hysteria.”

Richie barked out a laugh, a sad wet noise that sounded more like a sob. “I left you.”

Eddie pushed his face up, out of Richie’s grip, and pushed his lips against Richie’s trembling ones. The kiss is small, timid and Richie wrapped his arms around Eddie’s shoulder and clung, limpet-like.

It doesn’t last. Richie’s crying too much.

The next day, Eddie leaves.

The fourth time Eddie decided to leave for the bright lights of the big city, he leaves, and never looks back.

(this has been sat in my drafts since early March.)

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apsbicepstraining · 7 years ago

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Different apoplexies: wild swimming in Spain

Forget the costas mountain creeks and clear reservoirs volunteer the best escape from Spains summer heat. The writers of the brand-new Wild Swimming Spain select favourite cleansing recognizes within reach of the big cities

Madrid: La Charca Verde and Manzanares

Just over an hour from Madrid, the granite outcrops of La Pedriza, in the Cuenca Alta del Manzanares regional park, cater the backdrop to a wonderful wild swimming spot. These mountains are the backdrop for Ernest Hemingways For Whom the Bell Tolls, specified during the course of its Spanish Civil War. Today, the area is popular with hikers, climbers and wild swimmers.We expected to pay an entrance fee but the three men in the hut at the entrances smile and curve us through. We drive 5km up through pine forests beneath the enforce mountains to a small bar and car park by the Manzanares river.

We follow the river upstream. From its source near the Navacerrada pass, the ocean has smoothed and sculpted the rock-and-rolls into surreal conditions. Class are having fun in the kitties, but the sheer period of the river, the abundant vegetation, and the wide-eyed alternative of swimming recognises necessitates it never detects crowded. When the footpath subdivides, we take the claim crotch, sweep a connection and resume up the valley to our left, lastly clambering over massive stones to reach La Charca Verde( Green Pond ). Enormous bleached rocks on one side have been worn smooth, and youngsters slide down them, giggling with rejoice as they slip into the sea. On the other side, promontories above the deep pool are a perfect neighbourhood to show off your diving.

This river often sufficed as the backdrop for nostalgic creator Francisco Goya. Those who arrive early just as the sun( also) rises could have this atmospheric place all to themselves. On the M30/ M607, it takes simply over an hour to drive from Madrid to the parking lot . From here, its a 20 -minute stroll. Camping El Ortigal ( tent lurch 6.60) adds all the demands with no frills

Barcelona: Riera de Merls

Abundant reserves and waterfalls along sandstone ravines acquire the Riera de Merls, 117 km north of Barcelona, a perfect region for wild float. To protecting children otter person, long stretchings of the river are designated areas of natural attention. The waters are also home to trout, catfish, Pyrenean newts, salamanders and a variety of frogs and toads. If youre luck you might view a kingfisher or a wild “cat-o-nine-tail”. Innumerable deep reserves along the river, often have high rock-and-rolls to jump and dive from. The nearby ancient town of Santa Maria de Merls boasts a ruined castle, the Romanesque bell tower of the church of Sant Marti and a Gothic bridge.

Probably the best plaza to start is the natural kitty next to Cmping Riera de Merls( GPS ), which is great for leap, wallowing and recreation. We amble 400 metres south along the road to a secluded and enchanting waterfall at an joint of the river. Gaze out for a small route through the undergrowth on the left-hand surface of the road. Follow the course until you contact rocks overlooking the main pond, with the waterfall on your left hand. You can register the pool from the banks of the far area of the cascade. Get there early to enjoy this reserve in peace and privacy.

La Quar: Zona de les Heures

About 2km farther south is La Quar: Zona de les Heures, an alluring field with ponds and massive stone shapings making a natural sunshine trap. Theres a shallow consortium for kids and a small canyon with a deepish consortium beneath for older people who like startle in. There are at least four other kitties in the vicinity of Zona de les Heures, and inquiring them makes a great adventure for children and the young at heart.

To find this family-friendly wild swimming, turn left down the slip road distinguished with two clues, one pronouncing Vilartimo and the other Goles de les Heures. Follow the road to the right and you soon witness the river. Climb down the boulders and the first access to the irrigate is on your privilege. Stroll another 100 m to reaching the canyon, which allows you jump in, though do check the water level first.

Another 5km south, near Santa Maria de Merls, we find another enormous blot to leap and nose-dive from rocks into a deep river kitty. This secluded spot is 5km( 10 times drive) from Santa Maria de Merls on the BV-4 406. Theres a small spot to park by the left-hand slope of the road. Cross to the other side of the road and follow the gravel direction clockwise round the field until you reach the river. Its an easy, three-minute walk from the car park. From Barcelona, take the B-1 0/ C-5 8/ C-1 6 for 100 km towards Santa Coloma de Gramenet until departure 90. Then follow the C-6 2 towards( and past) Olvan for 12 km until you appreciate a brown sign for the Riera Merls. Turn left towards Gironella and Berga and drive northward on the BV-4 406. Stay at Cmping Riera de Merls ( from 13.90 per tent plus 5.40 pp )

Santiago de Compostela: A Firveda

Galicia is a land of luxuriant wheeling hills stranded with crystalline rivers: its known as el pa de los mil ros ( country of a thou sand flows ). Cascading waterfalls and flow beaches meet 1,000 miles of sea-coast to prepare the region a wild swimmers paradise. Galicias gorse- and heather-covered hills and mossy drystone walls are reminiscent of Derbyshire or Cornwall, but the palm trees remind us “were in” Spain.

Since the middle ages, pilgrims have flocked to Galicia, and their modern equivalents, heavy-laden with rucksacks, still stroll the Camino de Santiago. On our wild float pilgrimage, we leader south from Santiago for the tiny hamlet of A Frveda in the foothills of the Serra do Cando mountain. Ninety minutes later, we find ourselves picking our method down a steep rocky track with the boom of the cascade developing even greater. In the jungle-like, mossy valley, we bathe in the two natural ponds and dare one another to swim under the relentles, cascading waters of this dramatic cascade near the causes of the Verdugo river.

Park on the CP-0 306 outside A Frveda by a wooden sign for Ro Verdugo no Firenza . Stroll into the village, turn left at the fountain, move for 10 instants down a restricted mossy track and persist down the hill, past another fountain . The way is rocky and slippery. Stay at Camping Maceira ( from 4.50 per tent plus 4.50 pp ), an hours drive from A Frveda

Mlaga: Ro Verde

Just 90 minutes north-east of Mlaga, high-pitched in the Sierra Nevada, awaits a awesome undertaking for adults and children in a stunning natural environment. We start our date at the narrowest the members of the oleander-garlanded canyon, where thrill-seekers are leaping from a mountain ledge, clearing the treetops by inches before plummeting into a cool creek pool.

Weve heard theres a secret cataract at the top of the Barranco de las Chorreras gorge. We climb up steep, narrow directions, overtaking astounding rock-and-roll formations draped in mosses; the breath is heavy with the scent of pine and wild herbs. Theres a lot of ascending and descending and quite a bit of zig-zagging across the river. We reach a small cataract, which cascades down yellowish rock-and-rolls into a round turquoise reserve, La Poza Central. This is a wild swimmers paradise, and we cant defy a immerse. Revived, we march on, and after an arduous trek implying rope connections, we sounds our destination before we see it: the strong and majestic downpour at the chief of the gorge. We seem humbled and empty and a long way from civilisation. Nevertheless, we try and swimming under the pounding irrigates, getting pushed back again and again by its forceful cascade.

A few terms of admonish: “youve got to be” physically fit to reach the top waterfall. Here i am limited or no phone coverage here. Follow the signs, obstruct to the river and take a map. Flash deluges may wash away hanging bridges: if the connections havent been rebuilt after the previous years inundates, the river is frequently shallow enough in summer to wade or amble across. From Mlaga take the A7 east towards Almucar, then pate north on the -A4 050. After Otvar proceed north for 6km, stop at gateway on left by the yellowed shack( theres a small entrance fee for cars; in wintertime, the key is at El Capricho Bar in Otvar ). Drive 5km down the bumpy, steep track and park at the abandoned run room or drive up steep mountain for 200 m and park. Head north-west, preventing the river to your privilege, and extend the dam. Clamber down rocks to the river, cross and follow north-east to the first pool. Bide at Camping Tropical Almucar ( from 5 per tent plus 5pp )

Granada: Lake Negratn

Photograph: Alamy

Negratn, a brilliant aquamarine lake beneath Mount Jabalcn, is one of our favourite Spanish wild swimmings. Set within a immense plateau, El Altiplano de Granada, this beautiful unspoilt country is part of the natural commons of Sierra de Baza and Sierra de Castril. After an hours drive from Granada, we arrive in time for a sundown dip. Freshened, we feed delicious fish at the Cortijo del Cura restaurant overlooking the water.

At sunrise we experience another magical swim across the lake from the inland beach in the warm, silvery waters. In high summer, the beach is favourite with neighbourhoods; take a drive or stroll around the huge pond to determine more secluded recognizes. Meanwhile, the small town of Cuevas del Campo, precisely northward of the three gorges reservoir, boasts various cave homes for which the area is famous. There are currently thermal springs Baos de Zjar, determined somewhat above the lakeside next to Los Baos restaurant where you can enjoy the therapeutic irrigates and a great view. From Granada take the -A9 2/ N-3 42 east, turn left at the GR-7 100, follow the road until it convenes the -A3 15, and turn left just before Freila. Heading north, youll pass Camping la Cabauela ( from 3.50 per tent plus 3.80 pp) and then contact the reservoir. You can park outside the restaurant and the beach is in front of you. Arrive early and you have been able to the place to yourself

This is an edited removed from Wild Swimming Spain by John Weller and Lola Culsn( 15.99, Wild Things Publishing ). Guardian readers can experience a 30% deduction( plus free p+ p) by registering Guardian as the coupon code at wildthingspublishing.com

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Taking a heli tour in Malaysia

KUALA LUMPUR, Malaysia — Getting a wide-ranging aerial view of Kuala Lumpur is Taking now just six-minute fly away heli . Because touring by land is so regular, Ascend Sky Tours started out providing helicopter excursion within the acknowledged traveler locations of Malaysia mid-2016.

“We provide world class carrier mixed with many years of revel in inside the aviation enterprise. We intention to make helicopter rides more accessible to worldwide and local travelers alike whilst giving them the revel in of a fowl’s eye view of lovely Malaysia,” Ascend control said of their website.

In keeping with Ascend Sky excursion’s Marketing Supervisor Sharia Mohd Hither, the aerial journey is navigated via 5 certified foreign pilots while there are 9 devices of helicopters getting used for Excursions and private functions flying from Tasik Titiwangsa heliport day by day. Ascend Sky Excursions function from 10:00 a.M. to six:00 p.M. To capture the sundown. Ascend Sky Excursions vacationers may even take selfies up excessive with the skyscrapers. Ascend Sky Tours

There are 4 one-of-a-kind helicopter Tours being supplied by way of Ascend Sky Tours for six, 15, 30 and 45 mins, respectively. These flying Tours promise a completely unique however unforgettable enjoy to be able to permit travelers to discover Kuala Lumpur’s iconic skyline as well as its lush greenery.

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Who wishes drone while you can capture an imposing aerial view with the aid of your self? Ascend Sky Excursions

The six-minute helicopter tour is known as the “KL express” which gives vacationers a view of the critical landmarks of Kuala Lumpur such as the KL Tower, KLCC, Dataran, Merdeka, Countrywide Palace and the National Mosque. It is really worth 630 Malaysian Ringgit.

KL specific view. Gaya Travel/Sharmsoul Bahrain The 15-minute tour, then again, is known as “Town Explorer.” The tour really worth 1550 Malaysian Ringgit takes travelers over the above course of Batu caves, giving them a view of the limestone cliffs and the golden statue of Batu Caves, in addition to masking the City course with perspectives of Federal Territory Mosque, Dataran, Merdeka, KLCC or even KL Tower.

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The 1/3 aerial excursion with 30 minutes duration is called the “Jungle Breakout.” Unlike the 2 previous Tours stated, this one is indeed an Escape from the City and a step towards nature because it bounces tourists over the rainforests and sparkling lakes through Klang Dam path.

tourists can view Batu Dam, Quartz Ridge, TM tower, in addition to the Metropolis’s landmarks Countrywide Palace and KLCC. It charges three,050 Malaysian Ringgit.

Ultimately, tourists have the choice to ascend to an extended forty-five-minute helicopter tour known as “Mountain View” over the Genting Highlands. This excursion really worth four,410 Malaysian Ringgit, is taken into consideration via Ascend Sky Excursions as their signature tour that brings travelers a view of Kuala Lumpur’s skyscrapers, KL Tower, KLCC and the rolling hills of Genting Highlands, in addition to Templer Park and Batu Caves.

The Climate Of West Malaysia

The climate of peninsular Malaysia -is typically heat, humid and rainy all through the yr with a few variations determined on the highland places.

The weather is ideal for vacation makers, travelers and the elderly folks who want to settle in a heat serene region of their later years. Inside the following lines, we discover the overall features of its weather.

The climate of this part of Malaysia can be broadly divided into two classes, particularly the weather of the lowlands and the climate of the highlands.

The climate of the Lowlands

The climate of the lowlands; of which Kuala Lumpur (KL), Johor, Penang, Butterworth, Melaka, Mersing, Georgetown, Putrajaya and so on. Are normal examples, is, warm and humid during the yr with heavy rainfall. The average rainfall remains around eighty inches, the common relative humidity eighty percentage, and the common temperature 80 F. It’s also referred to as standard equatorial climate or the climate of 3 80s.

The rainfall is equally dispensed for the duration of the 12 months even though a slight growth from September onwards till January is observed.

The daylight hours highs rarely exceed ninety-five F or fall below 70 F and 90 /seventy-five is the norm at almost all the above places.

The weather Of Highlands

The weather of highlands of which, Genting, Cameroon, Highest hills of Langkawi and Tioman Island is a standard instance is at ease, humid and very rainy at some point of the 12 months. In reality, the rainfall is appreciably extra than that of the lowlands via the yr however the beauty is that the common temperature stays 60 – 70 F for the duration of the 12 months -depending on the elevation. It’s miles absolute confidence, then, that these locations are the heartthrob of the vacationer from in the course of the sector.

For example Genting Highland is just an hour’s drive from KL but the climate is significantly cooler to such an extent that at KL you usually put on T-blouse or 1/2 sleeves due to its warm and humid climate at the same time as at the former region, jackets are clearly wished; in particular throughout a rain spell.

Cameroon highlands -a four-hour pressure from KL- are even cooler and the nights, mainly, are very chilly. While the nearby Ipoh is warm and humid for the duration of the yr.

In short, it follows, that the weather of West Malaysia is commonly warm and humid with heavy rainfall. The exception being the highlands which enjoy a temperate climate and are favored of the foreigners who’re used to living in cooler climates.

Waqar Awan has a Platinum level writer. He has greater than 10 years of revel in of writing articles. He writes articles on climate and Weather, Languages and different subjects of Widespread Interest. If you have any comments about his articles you

The Dakine Heli Pack Keeps Your Board Safe When You Are on the Lift

Whenever you see the name Dakine on a pack you can be sure that you will be getting the best. The help pack from Dakine is no different. It will not only hold a snowboard but if you ski it has a cable that holds those.

When you are going to be out for long period of time with your skis on, or even your snowboard you are going to get thirsty. You can buy the hydration pack that goes with the Dakine Heli pack and fit it right into the insulated space. The hose that you need for drinking is inside the insulated shoulder pads so you never have to worry about it freezing while you are out in the freezing cold.

There is a fleece lined goggle pocket inside the pack so when you do want to take a break you know that your goggles will be safe and kept free from fog.

At a weight of only 30.5 ounces, you won’t even notice this pack on your back, even if you are traveling far in the freezing cold.

If you find that you are need of a larger Dakine Heli pack you can get the help-pro xl. Besides for being bigger than the regular heat pack, the pro also fits so it is closer and tighter to your body for better balance. Your board will also be held horizontally which will help with balance when your board is on the outside.

There are a few other differences among the help pro and the regular help. The pro has a fast release ice ax sleeve on the outside along with a snow/tool pocket. A side pocket will hold a drink if you do not have the hydration pack installed. And, a waist belt pocket that is fleece lined will hold a camera or maybe a phone. The Dakine Heli pro weighs in at 3 pounds.

The heat pack is usually used by skiers and snowboarders, just like the Dakine rucksack is used by skateboarders. I am sure that the heat could also be used for summer sports. The quality of any Dakine product is very well known, all of their packs look good, are lightweight and durable.

The next time you need to get a cold weather pack compares the Dakine Heli to others and you will see that the Dakine is better quality and cost.

The Dakine Heli pack has an expandable area that will hold your helmet while the vertical straps hold your snowboard securely.

The heat pack is usually used by skiers and snow boarders, just like the Dakine rucksack is used by skateboarders. I am sure that the heat could also be used for summer sports. The quality of any Dakine product is very well known, all of their packs look good, are lightweight and durable.

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