My Bucket List

I really don’t have a bucket list. Sure, there are some things I would like to do, but if they don’t get done, I don’t think I’ll lose any eternal sleep over it.

I have no desire, for example, to jump out of an airplane … or climb a mountain … or swim with dolphins. I do, however, have some things I would like to do.

I would like to go skiing. That sounds harmless enough, except these days I’m having enough trouble standing and walking. I can only imagine life on a pair of skis, even on the kiddie trail. If I ever do get the chance I would a) make sure my life and health insurance is current and b) bring someone along with me to get me home with casts on my legs, arms, neck and/or all of the above.

I would like to take a cruise or two … but not to the Caribbean. No, I would like to visit the Alaskan frontier and see a glacier up close and personal before global warming reduces them to ice cubes. I would also like to cruise to Hawaii. I always thought it would be cool to somehow catch a freighter with my car so I could wander the islands but more realistically it would probably be a two- to three-week cruise hop-scotching the islands. I can see myself participating in a Hawaiian luau or just soaking up the sun. I would even consider surfing for the first time, with the same caveat as skiing.

Of course, travel is on my to do list. I would like to travel Route 1 from Key West, FL, to Fort Kent, ME. I would drive the original highway and soak in the ambience of links from town to town. I would seek out local attractions — not necessarily the national tourist draws … you know what the locals feel is important. I can see myself blogging my way from Florida to Maine and taking in things like a Watermelon Festival or a Pigfest BBQ or Art on the Green or a Renaissance Faire or a Waterfront Festival or … you get the picture.

If Route 1 piques my interest north-south, Route 20 intrigues me east west … from Boston, MA, 3,365 miles through a dozen states to Newport, OR. I have some history with Route 20. One of my sons and a daughter live just off the roadway in Massachusetts and New York, another son used to live off Route 20 in Illinois, and a son and a daughter live just a couple miles south of the roadway in New York and Ohio. My newspaper had an office on Route 20, and two other newspapers were a stone’s throw from the roadway in Ohio and Illinois. So I know some of the haunts along the way and figure I could find a lot more as I trekked along the highway including through Yellowstone National Park — although, technically, it is know as Targhee Pass Highway through the national park.

This wanderlust has always been with me. I used to tell Karen my dream was to get an RV and just travel. At one point in my life I envisioned visiting every county in the country. However, since there are 3,143 counties or equivalents in the United States, even a one day stop in each one would take better than 8 1/2 years to achieve. I’m not sure there’s enough sand left in the hourglass for that. Even spending a week in various regions of each state would take a gigantic time investment. California has 13 regions … New York has 11 … Texas has seven … even tiny Rhode Island has six and Delaware has three. You get the picture.

I almost had Karen plugged in to my scheme, though. About seven or eight years ago, she had just one of those days. Between family and work {she worked with me at the newspaper in addition to running a motel & breakfast}, she just plain had had it. After dinner, she told me I was right. We should sell everything, get an RV and hit the road.

Needless to say, my eyes lit up. “Are you serious?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m serious,” she said.

I put down my fork {you really have to say something special for me to do that!}, rushed to her, put my arm around her. “I love you. You’ll see. It will be great … just you and me wherever the winds take us.” She looked up with sort of a blank look and said, “Yeah, it will be fun.”

Then I whispered in her ear, “Just think, we can tell people we made love in every state in the country,” with my mind racing in anticipation. She continued to look at me with that blank look and smiled.

The next morning she changed her mind.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: You are only what you are when no one is looking.

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About wisdomfromafather

I'm just an ordinary guy walking along the journey of life.
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2 Responses to My Bucket List

  1. The Lincoln Highway sounds like an interesting route also… I just found out about it about four years ago… I don’t have a bucket list either, although I have a friend of mine who is making her second trip to visit to check off another item on her list… I may just have to make one someday…. soon…!

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