I had just rezzed up my small wooden kayak in the twinkling waters* underneath Osprey’s gallery and was preparing to paddle my way over to the ominous looking building on the small island in Bodega bay, when I was joined by my old friend Janey Bracken. She had been following my travels and wanted to join me for a while, a delightful prospect for this lonely old traveller and, as she knows how to handle a sword with aplomb, I felt a little safer heading out to the mysterious structure.
I rowed the little kayak over toward the strange, silent slab-like building, following its granite quay along the humped landscape to a small stone semi-circular mooring point.
I tied up and bravely offered to lead the way lest the natives be angry, unfriendly or just plain hungry. I was being needlessly gallant as had we encountered anything more fearsome than an angry beaver, I would have been calling on Janey’s sword quick sharp!
In the end though, I needn’t have worried though for the whole place was not only deserted but seemingly locked up tight. In fact it proved impossible to find a doorway into the building no matter how hard I searched. In the end I sat down heavily against the stone wall that faced the mooring point… and promptly fell right through! I was deposited with little respect and a most painful thump onto the floor of what was obviously a hanger and when Janey burst through the phantom wall to see if I was alright, she found me looking up at a beautiful art deco spacecraft that reminded me strangely of Saturday mornings television. The gorgeous machine, however was cold and shut up tight so we could only admire it from outside and continue to explore the hanger.
Near where we had entered we found a small elevator platform that, upon the press of a button, trundled us up into the room above. A large window looked north at the ever-burning spaceship on Mohr and it was here we found evidence that I was not alone in my desire to explore this world. A wall was decorated with photographs of an earlier expedition and there was both map and journal detailing how Salazar Jack, Osprey Therian, Loki Pico, Ilianexsi Sojourner and Huns Valen led a bold expedition to the then newly formed mainland continent of Jeogeot in the south back in 2004. It was a fascinating read** and all time was lost to me as I followed their trek.
Soon though, as Janey and I gazed silently through the window over the calm, smooth waters of the inland sea to where the black column of smoke rose from the small island of Mohr, we realised it was time to move on.
We used the elevator platform once more and emerged onto the roof and into the late afternoon sun. It was here that more people joined our explorations, our friends Pinkie Delcon, Drax Ember and Johnnytreadlightly Nightfire swelled our numbers on the roof***
My only question now was how was I going to get them all to Mohr… my kayak only took two people!
Yours in Travel. And a kyayk.
p.s. Follow this trip on the CNN’s iReport website – why not join in and report from SL yourself! All my stuff is tagged HBA
*I have recently upgraded to the Windlight version of Second Life which allows for photo-realistic skies and waters to be incorporated. The results can be stunning.
**You can buy the book here, at Osprey’s bookstore in Grignano.
*** The roof also contained some weird and wonderful items – a wooden helicopter that appeared to work (though none of us was brave enough to try) and a strange electrical device that somehow generated or contained a ball of blue-hued energy with the most amusing of repulsive properties. Walk into the field and try for yourself, although I take no responsibility for broken bones and chipped teeth.