I started planning this trip at least 6 months ago with only a vague notion of wanting to do something that thrilled and scared me. Something that challenged what I thought was my limits. But why should that matter? Is the game to outlast everyone and play it safe or to ride the edge?
Basically, I’m just looking for some serious fun. As we age we discover more of our limitations. Yet everyone says the old revert back to children. That may not be a bad thing. Maybe what I’m looking for is joy and exhileration. Something that’s easy to see in my grandkids.
The New York Times Magazine published an article recently called “Why would anyone kayak across the ocean – at 70?”. That title caught my attention since I can relate to the age but not the scope of that challenge. Aleksander Doba started in Barnegat Bay and ended in France as he had planned, 110 days later. Doba’s feat is awesome in every respect and even more so at age 70. It’s hard to say why he did it but it’s easy to say he felt he had to.
We all create our own personal challenges and why we do it is besides the point. The act of doing it is the journey. In a way, I’m already gifted by starting this journey. Where it will end and when remains to be seen.
My Plan C 