So yesterday my husband came home to a package of awesomeness from his work as a thank-you present for how hard he’s been working. Included in the package was a new tent, new sleeping bags, and awesome bike panniers. Sounds like we suddenly have plans for labor day weekend!
In the broader scheme, this makes me think about some of the stuff we’ve been talking about lately, about seeking adventure. Our friends take risks and move to foreign countries and do big scary things make us feel jealous, but only recently has it occurred to me that it wouldn’t hurt us to follow suit. That ships are safe at harbor, but that isn’t what ships are built for. So we have begun to discuss adventuring. The problem is, when the world is your oyster, it’s hard to know where to go. We could hike the Pacific Crest Trail, we could backpack through Europe, we could go to Austrailia and rent a campervan, we could bike cross country, we could bike across Europe, we could walk across Vermont, we could go to South America, we could walk across England. Anything could be a once in a lifetime journey, or anything could be simply a lot of cold and wet and miserable.
So dream with us. Dwell in possibility. If you could go anywhere and do anything, and had a 1-3 month window, in the summertime, where would you go? What would you do?