I remember those epic days of my life, Scuba diving in Palau, a place that was named one of the 7 Dive Wonders of the World by Jacque Cousteau. The Great Barrier Reef, Australia, Bonaire, Aruba, Curacao, and Guam.
Paragliding over the Sacred Valley in Peru or flying solo in the Atlas Mountains of Morocco with no idea where I would end up. Chile, Argentina, Brazil, New Zealand, and Switzerland.
Windsurfing the Columbia River Gorge in Oregon with waves as big as houses. Costa Rica, New Zealand, Brazil, Aruba, Margarita, Hungary, Chile, South Africa. St. Croix, St. Johns, St. Thomas and St. Marteen.
Rafting class five waters down the Reventazon River in Costa Rica. A day that was going to be canceled until the guide looked at us and said, “You look sporty let’s go for it.”
Trying to climb a 5/12 route with clunky hiking boots skinning my knuckles and knees and failing over and over again until I bought a climbing book and secured proper gear.
I decided to stop hauling around all that heavy sports equipment and just concentrate on photographing my travels only to discover my camera gear weighed over 50 lbs. Upon arriving in Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe, I was told I could only have 26 pounds of luggage and the rest had to be left in Vic Falls and picked up on my return. This was not an option for me and in spite of all my begging and pleading nothing could be done unless I paid 300 dollars per flight at five flights total. A little brain storming with my 12 traveling companions we decided to load up everyone’s cargo pants and vests with, a lenses, batteries, chargers, my essential survival gear, flash light and toilet kit. We were quite a sight of twelve people with bulging pockets trying to clear security.
40 years of heli sking in Canada with cobalt blue skies and 24 inches of powder so dry that it just flowed over your shoulders, momentarily suspending in the air like a combination of tiny diamonds that refracted the sun light in red blue and green. My very last run at 75 years old in 2012 at the Bugaboos on a sit ski.
These are only a small portion of the hundreds of adventures I have experienced. I can remember every one of those days like it was yesterday, the persons I shared it with, and the euphoric feeling at that particular time.
I am now on my final adventure and I can truly say:
It Doesn’t Get Any Better Than This !