Once upon a time we traveled to Mexico every year. Year after year after year. Some years, twice. In October, for sure, and then again often in March. It was grand.
We were younger then. And thinner (at least I was). Newly married and childless.
And, as I said: it was grand.
And that has been a wonderful thing!
Worth it, indeed.
But we miss the beach. A lot. And the food.
Of course, Antarctica always came to mind. At least until recently.
Mike retired a few years ago. But Kathy's still teaching, after like 30 years in the classroom. In the interim, since he shuffled off the rigors and constraints of a work-a-day job, Mike's been working as a river guide, running regular trips down the Colorado for an array of important clients.
He left Flagstaff just a few weeks ago. To spend five months "on the ice." Without his very-understanding wife, I might add.
Ivan The Terra-Bus back and forth between Happy Campers Camp and the Ice Runway. And blogging about it. He calls his blog, which he updates almost every day, Cold, Dry, And Far South. It's fascinating. Totally fascinating. I promise.
I'd like to encourage you to give it a read now and then.