Friday Hoyden: a Flickrfind

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Hoydens, originally uploaded by shelley1685.

These girls are relaxing at the annual Rabbit Stick gathering in Idaho.

Each September, hundreds of people gather in a wooded area outside Rexburg, Idaho, to rediscover their “stone age” heritage. They work with primitive tools, learn to build fire by rubbing sticks together, and participate in a rigorous assortment of classes designed to teach them some of the ‘lost’ arts.

It’s called “Rabbitstick,” after the aboriginal tool that requires a certain primitive knowledge base to master. The organizer of the week-long event, Dave Wescott, calls it the largest gathering of primitive technologists in the country.

“There’s not a lot of look-see. It’s a lot of hands-on,” says Wescott. “And to me that’s critical because you don’t own a skill until you’ve done it; and when you’ve taught it to someone else, you can really call it your own.”

That sounds pretty cool, doesn’t it? The other photos from Rabbit Stick show lots of flutes and drums being made, so I imagine there’s lots of jamming and singing and dancing around the campfire of a night.

I did a lot of bushwalking and camping in my childhood, and the evening singalongs were just wonderful, and an important learning experience for children in relating to all ages around them and joining in and not dominating the firemeet etc etc. I regret that I lost the habit of walking and camping and that my children have only experienced it a few times, because the other wonderful thing is joining in with all the other kids in just running around and finding new stuff to look at all the time.

Wax nostalgic, Hoydenistae! What are some of your favourite memories (or current treasured habits) of boisterous and carefree behaviour?



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2 replies

  1. For me, playing with water and dirt. Down on the farm, or on holiday, or wherever we could find oceans, rivers, streams or ponds. We would spend hours and hours engrossed in creating trenches, dams, diversions and other feats of water-engineering. Good times.

  2. Tree climbing! A great thrill of accomplishment when you’re up high above and laughing with a bird’s eye view.
    Which reminds me – what I call wild lookouts – somewhere that hasn’t been fenced off for tourist safety, because only dedicated walkers can get there. Getting down on the belly and wriggling forward to stick the head over the edge of the cliff/boulder, and getting the eagle’s eye view.

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