
I've walked through three feet of snow teetering on the edge of the Grand Canyon, scaled frozen waterfalls and sailed through the reefs of Bermuda, watched a tornado scream in the foothills of the Blue Ridge, surfed twelve foot waves off the western most point of Puerto Rico, hiked on two active volcanoes and watched one of them explode and rock the night sky, been in a seven car accident, graduated from college, nearly succumb to dehydration in a Central American hospital, watched Niagara Falls pour liquid thunder, climbed cliffs and watched shooting stars light up a quiet desert night sky, washed down waterfalls in Virginian mountain canyons, driven in Italy, I've been knocked down by a Bear in the dense woods of Rappahannock, walked through the streets of Tombstone, had a private tour of the White House, gazed in awe as a memorizing display of aura borealis danced across a perfect still and quiet winter silhouette of Old Rag, walked among the ruins of Rome, seen the setting sun - light up Devils Tower, hiked the picturesque Mediterranean coastline at Cinque Terre, viewed African from Gibraltar, walked through Paris all night, and wandered through cloud forests thick with natural wonder, jumped in a 153º hot spring, listen to monkeys scream at the setting of the sun, swam around shipwrecks of past centuries, simmered in 118º heat in Death Valley, enjoyed 20 hour days of sunlight in Sweden, viewed the Mediterranean from a high peak in Catalan, scrambled over lava flows, found the arrowheads of ancient cultures, watched the fog lift over gorges in West Virginia, seen the sun rise from the depths of the Atlantic and sink into the Pacific, driven lost over rocky paths in Costa Rica, gazed in wonder at a comet, had dinner with the New York Philharmonic, smelled the steaming sulfur whilst mud-pots, geysers, and vents hiss and spray in Yellowstone and Rincon de la Vieja, nearly frozen camping on-top of Old Rag in 70 mile an hour winds, skied the peaks of New Hampshire, and driven through nearly every state of the lower 48. Somehow, it doesn't begin to be enough... I feel like I'm missing out on so much
5 comments:
All you need now is a leather jacket, a hat, and a whip. Don't leave home without 'em.
all before the age of twenty-one. Oh wait... that's me!
Good times indeed man. I doubt you're missing out on much, but keep searching and perhaps you'll find it. Never stop exploring or pondering the possibilites. Maybe you didn't win today kid, but that doesn't mean you have to like it...
Maybe what you are missing out on is someone who thinks sharing adventures has the potential to be quite fun...(Jude Law?)
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