Sunset at Booth's Park

Wish it had been me!

Wish it had been me! I was driving to work the other day and lo and behold here comes this guy all decked out with all his gear and his kayak stuff on top of his car. Man, I wish I was going was the thought that went through my head. He drove right past me with a smile on his face as I gave him the thumbs up out my window. He was headed somewhere. Definitely not going to work as he looked way too happy. He was probably driving up to some remote lake to take in all the fall colors. His kayak looked very nice and very expensive. He could have been a doctor or lawyer or someone with the time off. I felt a surge in my heart and a sudden urge to follow him. I wanted to go. Anywhere! Anywhere other than where I had to be. Darn, I really need to buy that dry suit. Wish I had an extra grand laying around. Oh yeah, like that's going to happen. My thoughts moved on to the streamline of the boat. She was beautiful, long, lean, kevlar, two toned with lime green. I suddenly wanted a new one, but mine was cool and anyway, I just bought it a few months ago. I felt the need to eat and suddenly recognized it as comfort food so I said no to the McDonalds as I drifted by. I knew I could never wait for spring to get back in the water. As I drove into the work parking lot I thought about maybe going to the library to see if any new kayak videos had come in. At least I could get in a quick visual before the end of the day. I looked up the term addicted in the dictionary. Yep, I had it. An addiction. An addiction to the water and a love of paddling. As if I didn't already know that. The only cure it seems is to go out and get in the water, but what if you can't? You just have to do the closest thing that you can do to counterfeit it. Videos, Movies, be a groupy at a kayak store, look for films in the paper. Whatever you can do. Of course, There is no known cure. Only a fever that burns within. Unquenchable fever. Molases. That's how work went that day. Slow, very very slow. When I got off work, I headed straight to the road to drive off all that excess frustration. I played the music really really loud. Nothing helped. I would just have to wait. Wait until spring. Some things are just worth waiting for and this is one of them. A certain familiar saddnes came over me. I had overcome that feeling before. I had done it last year. Of course, last year I longed for a boat. This year it's the water. Here I am in the middle of 9 lakes, surrounded by water and yet drowning in air. Lot's of space, just drowning. I will learn patience this time. Learn to wait and be silent. I went to the cubbord and grabbed my self a few chocolate chip cookies. Suddenly I felt much better. I opened up my Kayak magazine and started to read.

Schweitzer

The way of the world

The world teaches us to find an interest and get a good paying job to support our self and our family. What happens to most of us is that we have a variety of interests and don't know which way to go. Most of us find out at age 40 or 50 that we don't like our job and we want a change or find an escape route from the ordinary. What are we searching for? We work inside a cube with 3 Walls. Sometimes we even have a window if we are lucky. Most of us live for the weekend or a vacation. Europeans take three months off a year. Yeah, I'd like that!!!!!!!!!!! We seek the wind in our face, The sun on our back, We seek a hot summer's day and a long white beach. We seek the blue of the ocean and the sounds of a wave. We surf, We ski, we run. We want some form of freedom and we will do whatever it takes to get it. I personally am a beach girl even though I live in the mountains. They say you can never take the beach out of the girl I believe this is true. I think our real jobs should be the adventurous type. I think we should get paid to have a fun and adventurous life. What gives? Why won't someone pay us to have this lifestyle? It just doesn't work out that way. I have many interests and there is just no way that I would pick just one job. I cannot even think of which adventure I want to do when I have a day off. It all depends. I see my kayak all hung up in the garage, and my ski stuff is up there to. My golf stuff is inside along with all my running gear. I have my mountain bike, my beach cruiser, my speed bike and a girl-y bike with a basket. I just gave away two bikes to St. Vincents last week. I've got enough sports equipment to start my own Olympics. There are so many interests and loves of my life. The best rush: Sail Planes. If you've done it then you know what I'm taking about. Of course skiing really really fast comes in at a close second. How about going fast in a convertible around corners on a sunny day with your favorite tunes paying really loud. Nothing is quite like it I assure you. We all long for it! Don't tell me you don't. Someday I may even get enough nerve to jump out of a plane. Sounds extreme? You betcha! What will I try next? I don't know. What will you try? What is your next adventure? Keep on working because your day is coming.

Adventure in the dark

Ever kayak at night? Here we are on our way out. We can still see land but what lurks out in the wakes of the lake?

Fall behind

It's here, Fall! The kayak is put away because of no dry suit and The wishing for spring arrival is fast and furious. They say you should be in the present but it is so much harder than you think. Seize the day we are told but How? When? There is so much of life that is passing us by. I am more inclined to think about the future but The present is Perfect. Each moment can be pressurized and kept which can seem like a lifetime if used correctly. Have you had those moments that seem to last forever. A kiss, A sunset, A walk on the beach. Heck, sometimes even opening a present can take forever. That is just what life is. A present. We should take a long time to open it. We should savor each and every moment. We should try to make it last but we don't. We are too busy. Busy with life, work and unhappiness. That's where Adventure takes over. It captures us. It ignites us. We hunger for it. We need it to make us feel alive. We want to jump off a cliff, ski over a jump, fall from an airplane, take a long expedition. Why? To make us feel alive again. We are Human and we dare. We challenge ourselves. We push our limits. We are not satisfied with the casual. We are warriors. We want to fight. We want to even feel pain sometimes. We soar. We will never stop trying to race higher,faster,longer. Not ever. We are Adventurers. I hope you enjoy this site as it is my goal to push you to a new limit of yourself. It is a space where God is. It is a space in between the time as we know it. It is an Adventure Life.