The following and all of the other episodes to come are snapshots of what goes on in my head, now and in the past. There are times none of this will make sense. There will be times when I might get lucky and the blog I post will be well constructed and will flow like a mountain stream to an awaiting lake below. Other times it will seem like the ramblings of a madman and you’ll ask yourself, “What the……?”
You should probably get use to the latter.
Episode Fourteen: If Adventure Has A Name…
I’m going to talk about something that is near and dear to my heart.
In 1981, I saw Raiders of the Lost Ark for the first time. And it wouldn’t be the last.
Not by a long shot.
I was enthralled by Indy’s adventures, not only in that film but in the following two sequels. The idea of visiting other countries on adventures always excited. I remember sitting outside one Summer night on the front porch thinking about all of the places I wanted to go. And how bad I wanted to get out of my hometown.
Cut to today.
I have never been out of the country. I didn’t see the ocean (the Gulf of Mexico) until my early twenties. As a kid, I didn’t leave the state but once to go to Indiana with my parents to visit relatives. I didn’t leave my home state except for that, until I went on my own. I visited Utah in my early to mid twenties to visit friends that I made when I was a Morman.
I had the best time. I felt a bit like Indy, walking a desert trail outside of Moab or coming back on a dark desert road, pulling over to the side and watching the openness of land. There was a clear star-filled sky on one side and a thunderstorm rolling by on the other, miles away from where I stood.
I have never experienced anything like that before or since. And I still dream about it.
I still dream about it. Almost everyday.
I think as humans, we are suppose to experience this world and all that it has to show us. We aren’t meant to get up, go to work, sit in a cubicle and go home at the end of the day, everyday. We must explore our world.
Lack of funds can be a big fly in the ointment. It’s hard to fly anywhere when you must work for a living and need cash to make the most of it. Maybe that’s why I haven’t done as much traveling as I wish I could.
There’s a dream I have. If I was to win the lottery, it would be nice to pack a backpack, go to the airport, pick a place and fly there. Spend about a week seeing what there is to see. Then head back to the airport, pick another place and go. Do that for a few months, taking pictures and sending things home so you don’t have to carry them. That would be amazing.
There are lots of places on my list. I’d like to go out West again and see Devil’s Tower from Close Encounters. Also see New York City, Chicago, Seattle and go back to the place of my birth, Fort Worth, Texas.
I’d like to jump the pond to England and spend a few weeks there.
Paris, Rome, Cairo, Jordan, Japan, Australia and even Antarctica are on that list. Plus, many more places.
Now, there is no reason why I can’t later on. But I always think…there may be NO later on. Most of the time you never know that it’s too late.
But until I can, I’ll dream. When the days, the weeks, the months start to wear on me, I’ll dream. I’ll dream about walking the streets of some middle Eastern country with a brown fedora on my head and taking in the culture. I’ll think about what it might feel like to be thousands of miles from home. And I’ll think about coming back with stories to tell.
Maybe that’s what it comes down to when going on trips. The getting away and coming homes with stories to tell.
And I love to tell stories. I just need more of them.
June 4th, 2016
I’ve decided to keep a blog about how I’m dealing with depression. I’m going to consider this a form of therapy. It might not help anybody else but it might help me.