Exploring the vast continent of South America has become my foremost life goal, one that will never be finished, but the march is it’s own reward. As my original paragons, John Muir, Edward Abbey, and Jacques Cousteau, the pioneers who paved the way noted, there is no destination, only the road. It’s the way that’s important, and the surprises, people and places, that make the difference. I’m really only at home when I’m on the wing, and the wanderers I meet are an endless reminder that the destination is secondary, you might even miss it altogether. Especially if you get a good tip on something fantastic, that was unknown up to now. Good info is meant to be spread.
Leaving the cush coziness of routine and expected offers the opportunity to evolve and develop into a better version of yourself. It’s the least you can do for your future self. Going out on a limb offers no guarantees except a chance to find something extraordinary, or fall trying. The attempt is what counts, surprises the prizes, and the results just gravy. There are better purposes than putting your shoulder to the big wheel, and working your fingers to the bone. The fundamental result is learning yourself, no mean feat, and every stop on the way a classroom waiting to happen. Stay out of your own way and let it…….. If you had all the time and money in the world, what would you do? You best be doing it now……….