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Sometimes it's about an opportunity - the chance coincidence of
time and place - which plants the seed of interest, the shadow of
a thought that the limits we have taken to ourselves do not
necessarily apply. We can unlearn what we believed to be a
universal truth - and once we've done that, what else is possible?
Ten Tors is one such opportunity, and here is laid The
Challenge! Are you up for a walk?
OK - a little more than a walk; a two day hike, calling in at ten checkpoints. Across Dartmoor, whose moods in whatever month of the year can change from benign to vindictive within an hour. The ten checkpoints will be on a set of tors - some of the many granite outcrops which are scattered across the moor, topping the hills between rivers and valleys, leats and mires. You won't find out which particular set of ten you'll need to visit until the day before you start, so a map and compass will be handy. Depending on your age, your route will be thirty-five, forty-five, or fifty-five miles long - but you will have five mates in your team to keep you company, and those two days to do it - which also means you'll have a night on Dartmoor. ...so there's some kit to carry: a tent, food, stove, clothes (wet- and cold-weather), sleeping bag...
You may have read the last paragraph and thought: 'That's impossible!...'
But there will be two thousand four hundred souls on the evening
of Sunday, May 13th 2012, who, months before, will have asked
themselves "What if...",
and now will be wearing grins a mile wide. Not one of them
will know the meaning of the word impossible.
Armed with that, who knows what else they might go on to do?
Former
United States Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld
(for whom, I'm fairly sure, Ten Tors is an unknown unknown...)
© Ten Tors
20-August-2011