Two years have passed since Annie
and I tramped in New Zealand. It was
that journey that compelled me to organize a bucket list, yet I’ve made only
one dent in it so far: the French Open to watch Nadal. Since then, I lost all track of the list in
the midst of devastating family trauma, but now as we are healing, I am daring
to pull it out once again. The list is
not impossibly long nor are the adventures overwhelmingly difficult, but each
requires a bit of get up and go: hiking
in Iceland, a safari journey to the Olduvai Gorge and Serengeti, exploring
Israel, Petra, and Turkey, trekking in Bhutan, bicycling in southeast
Asia. Well, one could go on and on.
The new year rekindled my resolve,
and I began with the top of my list: Machu Picchu. Last week I booked a trip with REI for Annie
and me to trek the Salkantay Trail next Christmas. Now I am toying with a yoga-focused trip
during the summer solstice in Reykjavik, and then there is ever-tantalizing RAGBRAI – the bicycle trip across Iowa. My
architecture teacher Bill does RAGBRAI every year and encouraged me to join
in. He commented, “It is the kind of
thing where everybody is happy to be alive”.
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