Am I Asking Too Much?
Lately, since I am teaching less, I am writing more. This is a bonus for me, but when I write a lot, the tendency is for my mind to slip into adventure land.
Because of my love for the outdoors, I try to live out my dreams as much as humanly possible, and I realize that sometimes that makes it difficult for my family. My wife puts up with a great deal, and she is a terrific sport. Nevertheless, the more she accompanies me on my wacky trips, the more she comments about the calm, peaceful existence that is also a nice experience.
Nice is not my thing. I like the thrill of the adventure. Years ago, we fished the Gulf of Mexico every chance we got, and we both enjoyed the experience. My wife caught grouper, kingfish, marlin, and other species, and did so as well as the other guys. Until one particular day, that is.
She agreed to charter a boat out of Tampa in search of big game fish. I got all psyched up and picked a terrific vessel, and spent the entire week preparing my gear. We flew down to Tampa from New Hampshire, and when we arrived at the fishing boat, the captain gave us the first-hand tour and some preliminary instructions. Carol was unaware we were seeking large shark.
The straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back was the captain’s explanation about the proper way to get strapped into the seat and deal with 1000 pound test wire line. My wife got up, politely said “Thank you very much,” and exited the vessel. I thought I handled it quite well. We went red snapper fishing instead.
I can’t complain because my bride has traveled many a wild road with me and my crazy passion for adventure. She has gone on a few excursions that my male friends passed up. I have been on a real kick lately, finding myself dreaming about new travel experiences, most of them, I readily admit, a little too unrealistic. Thus, we have been trying all summer to find just the right journey that will keep us talking and me writing for another decade.
I can enjoy a posh hotel in Europe and a glass of Brunello di Montalcino. But once in a while, a safari is “nice.”
Am I asking too much?