Tag: Adventure

What would a Spring-Breaker do?, home

Sanibel beach
Reading and writing at the beach is a creative endeavor. Pre-Covid-19. Mitchell’s Sand Castles on Sanibel Island.

What would a spring breaker do?

  1. Not give a heck about anything (except sex, and where’s the next beer coming from).
  2. Worry about safe sex and if they can afford the next beer.
  3. Get a suntan.
  4. Look for a hotel (close to their KOA) with a free buffet and a two-for-one happy hour.

No responsible spring breaker ever does any of the above, except get sunburnt.

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I Am Writing With A Renewed Sense Of Adventure And Purpose, But Mostly Adventure

The harder you work the luckier you get...

I am writing with a renewed sense of adventure and purpose. Doing the right things for the right reasons attracts a lucky break or two. Reading between the lines, what’s happened is my refusal to quit has always been on God’s radar. I just didn’t know it until recently. Our God is an awesome God.

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Regret Is Awesome

Yesterday, as I was adding some tags to the blog post, I typed Regret. That word came to mind because it was the key driver in the decision to ride a bicycle across the country. Or not.

If I didn’t do it before I settled down and started a career somewhere, I knew I would probably never have the chance again.

Job, career, marriage, house, bills, family, kids, responsibilities, worries, challenges, health, cars, vacations, promotions, yada yada.

And so on October 5, 1982, with $75 in my pocket, I left Philadelphia for Washington State.

Regret is awesome.  Otherwise, I would never have left.

Rocky Mountain High

That image of those three bicyclists at 8,000 feet, with the Colorado Rocky Mountains above and below them,  was permanently etched on my brain.

I had just turned 13.  And yet, I was thinking and dreaming as if I were an adult.

Their summit, the Continental Divide, was still potentially a few hours away for them, at 10,000-plus feet elevation.

Our bus would reach the summit in just ten more minutes.

Have you ever dreamed of doing something uncommonly care-free and ultra-adventurous?

Why?

What is that voice inside all of us that speaks to our desire to go on an adventure that is far beyond our present understanding and capabilities?

And wouldn’t it be nice if we could still tap into that now, and make the adventure of being a responsible adult, exciting and even, “fashionable”?