A Philosophy of Exploration

River hiking in the middle of the city.

River hiking in the middle of the city.

From where I was stood, balanced on top of a huge pile of dead trees stretching 200 meters down the front of an old damn, I could see no good way forward.  Eli rested his hands on top of my head, and solemnly surveyed the scene from his perch on my shoulders.  We were searching for a new swimming hole, and had spent the past half hour thrashing through weeds, unsuccessfully attempting to avoid the poison ivy lurking in the underbrush, climbing over boulders, and balancing on logs.  We found an old damn which funneled water into a disused/crumbling hydroelectric plant; the original thought was that if we walked out this damn towards the middle of the river, we might find a good spot in front of the damn where the water backed up.  The massive log jam in front of us, the product of decades of floods and storms, proved my intuition was wrong.

It was at that moment that I realized that the word “explore” really just means “to make lots of mistakes.”

I said as much to Eli, who really just wanted to swim.  He informed me we were “esplorering,” so I took that as his blessing to continue.  We backtracked (back down the damn, over the huge logs), then crossed from the damn to an island on a fallen tree.  A short walk and a short wade later, we found a beautiful, isolated gravel bar next to a section of river that was the perfect depth with a sandy bottom, and enough movement in the water to keep it fresh and not stagnant.  We splashed and swam until it was time to head home for dinner.  Eli fell asleep on the way home, which is as good a measure of an expedition’s success as any.

Walking through the old hydroelectric plant, starting the search for a swimming spot.

Walking through the old hydroelectric plant, starting the search for a swimming spot.

Mel and Eli discover a toad!

Mel and Eli discover a toad!

The whole experience caused me to reflect a bit on exploration.  I was only half serious when I said exploration really just means making lots of mistakes, and yet at the same time making mistakes is a huge part of exploration.

In order to make my musings more formal, I looked up the actual meaning of explore in the dictionary.  This is what I found:

EXPLORE:   A transitive verb.

1)  To investigate, study, or analyze.

2)  To become familiar with by testing or experimenting.

3)  To travel over (new territory) for adventure or discovery.

4)  To examine, especially for diagnostic purposes.

-Merriam-Webster Dictionary

Definition #3 is a no-brainer, especially for the purposes of this blog.  But I think I like #2 best; in a nutshell, its exactly what we were doing last night.  We figured there would be a good waterhole somewhere in the area we were exploring, and set off to test our hypothesis.

Failure and mistakes are inherent to the process of exploration.  As famously pointed out by The Princess Bride, “Anyone who says differently is selling something.”  Look at Ernest Shackleton, my favorite explorer.  He lost his ship to the ice, and his crew had to survive on whatever they could until rescued.  Hardly auspicious, yet we view Shackleton as a successful explorer.  Why?  Because of how he responded.

Since making mistakes is an inherent part of exploration, fearing those mistakes shouldn’t hold you back.  Instead, the best explorers focus on responding to mistakes and challenges in positive and well-considered ways.  Back to Shackleton.  After he lost his ship, he undertook a daring voyage in an open boat to an isolated whaling village to get help for his men.  He ended up rescuing all of them.

We’re not all Shackleton, or J. Michael Fay, or David Livingstone, or Ed Viesters.  But we can explore nonetheless.

Because explore is just a big word that means to make lots of mistakes.

And as you explore, don't forget to play in the dirt.  That's important too.

And as you explore, don’t forget to play in the dirt. That’s important too.

 

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About Ethan Zook

I'm 27, and happily married to a pretty girl named Melissa with a little boy named Elijah. From the Shenandoah Valley, currently hanging out in Richmond, VA. I love exploring the wild places around the area. I write two blogs; Mountain Ramblings is about my personal explorations in the mountains and valleys that I live around. In Mountain Rescue Blog, I write about issues faced by rescuers in mountain environments both locally and around the world.
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