I'm the wild one between the two of us. It's not that Dana doesn't have a wild streak in her. Give her skis, snow and a steep mountain and she's gone. It's just that, given the option, I'd rather be in nature. The mountains, ocean, rivers... Hell, our ecosystem heals me physically, mentally, emotionally, and it makes me a stronger person. I love noticing what is naturally in our environment that I can use to better our lives. I like to forage (although I have a lot to learn about this), would enjoy fishing again, and hope to pass everything onto our son (due in May 2016). Every time I venture into the wild for me...for us...to disappear...I feel more connected with my lineage. I recall experiences with my parents, siblings, grandparents, cousins from when we were growing up. I feel closer to them every time I bake, cook, garden, hike, run, and I hope our son experiences that same feeling and more from the wild.
I want him to run. I want him to be able to land anywhere on this earth at any time and know what to be able to do with his surroundings. He should feel more comfortable in the outdoors then surrounded by tall man-made buildings and walking strangers whose heads are looking down at a 45 degree angle at their smart phones.
Now, this is my first blog post, and we just started watching the movie Cliffhanger, so I'm just going to stop now, not worry about your thoughts on my writing...or even my thoughts...and I'm going to relax with my wife on the couch and enjoy the movie. I'll be wild again tomorrow morning when I hit the trails while Dana hikes with Lincoln.