“Get a job…retire…and then you can have some fun….”

Here’s a guy who does a lot of adventuring…big adventures, long treks…and here he is talking about one of the biggest.

But what does he tell his wife when he walks out the kitchen door? What does he say to her when he leaves?

We have our own small adventures…the trip to a different Walmart in a new town…getting firewood and seeing an unfamiliar hawk…walks on the trail that they just opened down the road.

There are all sorts of adventures “out there”.

(I’m kidding about the Walmart trip….that’s kind of the antithesis of adventure…yuck.)

So what is it that allows a person to just step off and get going on trips like this? Do they know something that I don’t know? Probably. Do they know something that I can’t learn? Nah.

I could do this.

I could do anything.

Now, the real adventure is figuring out how to do anything like this with my family. That’s the real adventure.

That would really be something to write home about…how to do this with a 4-year-old and a newborn….outrunning a grizzly with a baby under my arm.

Maybe I need to just plan another Walmart trip? I don’t think I could outrun a grizzly.

I could do something like this with my family…I’d just need to dial it back a little. I shouldn’t do anything where a helicopter drops us off in the middle of the wilderness. I shouldn’t do anything where I need to call for a helicopter pickup when the trip is over.

I think we need to stick close to the car, thank you.

I don’t know that the fun part is being able to tell people about the adventure after everything ends well. Maybe that’s why we do most the things that we do…so we can talk about it later?

Nah…it’s just to “do”. We like to “do”.

You should see the teeth marks on my “bit”. I’m chomping, chomping, chomping at that bit for a little adventure…or a lot of adventure, if I can swing it.

I drive the same 65 mile route on the job every single day except for Sunday and a day off every two weeks.

I have a lot of time to think about adventures. Repetition stops being adventurous after a while…unless it’s really icy and I’m about to slide off the mountain.

Videos like this just feed the fire…accentuate the longing.

I shouldn’t watch videos like this.

They are my flame, though…this moth can’t stay away. I know what is out there. I’ve seen “Pareeeee”.

I think that’s the best thing that I could do for my family, though. I know it is.

To give them a lifetime of adventure…to instill that the unfamiliar isn’t something to be feared or avoided…that options aren’t limited to a yearly trip to Gatlinburg or Myrtle Beach…that the world is a big place…but small enough that anything is achievable.

Why’d my brain have such a long reach….stuck inside such a small skull?

Maybe, for now, I just need to figure out how to have our adventures on a small-scale?

Keep the scale “doable” but always have a big adventure on a back burner…like soup simmering for the big feast to come?

Gaddddddddssss….look at this guy…walking around.

Look at that!

It looks good to me.