Travel Musings, Volume 2 - The Bucket List

The bucket list.  We’ve all heard of it. Whether it was the movie with Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman trying to accomplish a life’s worth of wishes before they died within a year or that mystical list of places that maybe one day you’ll want to go see and experience.  

For me, a bucket list grew out of a phone call I received in late 2002.  My buddy Dale Gredler called me to let me know he booked his ticket to Spain to go run with the bulls the following July.  After explaining how cool it would be, his question was simple, yet direct – are you in or are you out? I thought about it – the cost of flights, hotels, spending money, whether I could get time off or not from my new job, etc. Running with the bulls was always something I THOUGHT about doing, but not now.  There were other things to see and do, right?  I mean, I’d probably do it next year if I didn’t do it that year.  In my mind, I remember thinking – no time like the present. The very next day I called him back with an answer – I’m in.

A group of two eventually grew to five and it was one of the best trips of our lives.  Starting off in Madrid, Spain for 4 nights, driving north into Pamplona the day before the San Fermin festival, and then actually running with the bulls.  It was such a surreal feeling standing next to another buddy, T-bone, in Pamplona Town Square with thousands of other people preparing to run with the bulls. It was such an iconic experience that Hemingway once wrote about – the running through the streets, seeing people above in the balconies looking down on us, the sights, the smells, and of course, the bulls.  We all made it out unscathed except for T-bone who got flipped by a runaway bull right in front of me in the arena and landed on his forehead.  A small scar on his forehead is that “badge of honor” that he still bears to this day.

From that point forward, it was now a question for me of where we would go next – the Pyramids at Giza, the Great Wall of China, or a full-moon party in Thailand.  Whatever it was, it was going on a ‘list’ of things I wanted to do and sights I wanted to see. 

Studies have shown if you write down a goal you’re overwhelmingly more likely to accomplish that goal. Like I said before, no time like the present – what’s on your bucket list?  Maybe it’s to see Europe next year or a specific city in South America the following year.  It could be much closer to home like visiting a local town or an historic Civil War site. Or maybe you'll do all of these trips next year. Remember, your bucket list is simply a list of things you want to see, but with a timeline attached to it. So go ahead, write 'em down, and then get to it! 

Trip to the General Store

So when was the last time you were in a General Store?!  My wife and I did a little country shopping this past weekend as we headed west on route 7 for a quick trip to Great Country Farms and passed through little Bluemont, Virginia - Loudoun County's highest community at 680 feet.  Don't blink or you will miss downtown!  The community is home to roughly 200 residents, has a Community Center, and is also home to Boulder Crest Resort [a rural sanctuary for wounded military warriors and their families]. Last but not least the little town of Bluemont has a legit 'General Store' where you can buy used books for $1, sundries, and homemade goods. If you're ever that far out route 7, drop in, say hello, and try one of their homemade breads or cakes - delicious!

Travel Musings - Volume 1

A little bit of an introduction as to why I’ve set up this travel blog.  I have been extremely blessed to have been able to see and experience 42 countries on 6 continents around the world with some cool ‘bucket list’ items along the way. From running with the bulls in Pamplona to hiking the Inca Trail leading into Machu Picchu in Peru, it has been amazing to see and experience some pretty remote parts of the world. I’ve also been able to experience 46 of the 50 US States [missing Kentucky, Alaska, Oklahoma, and Kansas].

This blog is my attempt, moving forward on to the remaining countries of the world and those four elusive US States, to capture those sights, sounds, and experiences of our travels [local, national, and international]. Part of the impetus to this blog is to provide my nephew with a digital record of our trips and hopefully instill in him a similar wanderlust that I have had for a few decades.  Since he was a baby, I have sent him a postcard from every single trip I’ve been on [he has a stack!]. Now, he’ll have a digital “postcard” to augment the paper ones.  The other part is that the older I get the more I want to remember some of the details of some really cool trips.  Little things like the name of a great restaurant or a small tidbit on what you really NEED to do while attending a certain event or visiting a specific city [note: if you ever run with the bulls in Pamplona, get to the arena.  You’ll see what I mean.]

I’ve been travelling since I was a baby – literally. While pregnant with her third of three boys, my mother was part of the official US host delegation of delegates from the former Soviet Union [Ukraine and Georgia] to observe the 1972 Presidential election of Nixon vs McGovern. The delegation members, with my mom included, traveled all around the country: New Orleans, San Francisco, Las Vegas, Greenville, MS, Durham, NC (Duke University), NYC and back to Washington, DC.  So from an early age I was on the move!

Fast forward a few years and I have some vivid travel memories like traveling to Toronto, Canada in our family station wagon for one of my brother’s many soccer tournaments up and down the East Coast.  In fact, for most of my first 14 summers of my life, our annual family vacation was to travel to Singer Island, Florida to stay at the Colonnades Beach Hotel [which is now the site of the Marriott Ocean Shores Resort].  I loved those trips.  I remember being so eager to get into the ocean when we first arrived at the hotel, waiting for my older brothers to get back with freshly caught fish each night which we’d hopefully be able to eat for dinner, or just having a blast as a typical young kid on a beach building sand castles and getting sunburned.  I suspect, though, that my current disdain of long-distance driving probably emanates from those 1,004 mile one-way trips [not that I’m counting] – in a car – with an entire family – in the summer heat.

Part of the travel bug was also instilled in me by my father who took me on some pretty incredible trips around the country.  We hiked Pikes Peak [14,110 feet] when I was thirteen years old [I turned yellow and slept most of the way up the mountain, BUT we made it to the top!].  At fifteen, I went river rafting with dad down the Colorado River – six nights, seven days on pontoon boats camping at small beaches along the way down the river. We also made our way to the Pacific Northwest hiking up Mount St. Helens to the very edge of the rim of the volcano and visiting small towns like Cougar, Washington along the way. For a young teenager, these were very adventurous trips, somewhat dangerous at times, but ones that I vividly remember to this day.

With that said, that is a small snapshot of my love of travel instilled in me at a very young age continuing throughout my life. My wife and I hope you find our glimpses of our travels somewhat amusing, fun, and informative as we make our way traveling through life [Percursatio Vitae].