Way back in 1995, when I first thought about climbing Mt. Rainier, I started reading real life adventure books. Up in the attic, in 4 big tupperware containers is the resulting library. I have books on mountain climbing, arctic travels, rafting rivers and, of course, cycling. (We have a small house and no room for a big book case)
I am reading one now, and will review it as soon as I am done. As much as I enjoy them, sometimes they make me sad. Here I am, living a cushy life, soft bed, great wife, plenty of food, and a decent job. Yet when I read these stories, I see what I could have done when I was younger.
Shoot I have one friend, Sarah, (Honoring my Compass ) who is currently cycling Patagonia, and another two friends Megan and Poodle (Great World Trek) who motorcycled from Tierra del Fuego to Texas, and will now go from Ethiopia to South Africa.
Instead I did the responsible thing, got a job, raised two great kids and got tubby…
But then last week, I read something that made my day. Continue reading “An adventure can happen any time you are on 2 wheels”