A ticket to the world is borderless. It takes imagination, like seeing shapes in puffy clouds no one else can recognize, to come up with a new idea for an adventure. Ideas form and multiply. Tickets are issued. Only a few check-in for the journey of their dreams.
But those few, fellow intrepid adventurers are out there. They’re the ones who have kayaked from the a river to its confluence with the Atlantic Ocean, or who have ridden a tandem bicycle, solo, picking up stokers from Alaska to Tierra del Fuego. When we cross paths it’s like meeting an old friend – a member of the tribe. We swap stories, talk of future plans, and draw inspiration from each other for the next epic journey.
Since my first day under the florescent lights in the cube farm, I’ve been taken—and probably propelled by—the stories about real people who did real things and discovered places beyond the zona de turistica. The chemistry of an entire group changes when an adventurer begins to speak; people give their texting thumbs a rest and no one shifts restlessly in their seat.
Always GO, never regret is talking story about the what, why, and how that pushes fellow adventurers to the top of the peak or over the horizon. Along with these stories, I’ll include bits and pieces of my journey with Kevin aboard our 36-foot sailboat.
Allow these posts about about real people on real adventures take you to new places. Look at the clouds. Come up with your own ticket. And, no matter what, Always GO.
Ceal Potts at the helm of s/v Sunrise somewhere off the Pacific Coast of the Baja Peninsula.
You go girly! You’ve given me
some good laughs after a long day of toiling in the land of 1.5 billion. Mid-April may be the end of my adventure here, but the Irish Setter in me is always wondering what’s over the next hill. Dadster
Thanks, Dadsville. If I keep ya laughing, you’ll keep reading. More posts soon from the land of tacos y cervezas (which, in my humble opinion may be more fun than 1.5 billion peeps.)