All I Wanted To Be

I've often said that when I grow up all I wanted to be was a big kid. This thing called maturity always seemed dull and boring to me, and with my quiet nature I could probably be real mature and real boring. Well I got my wish. I don't know what it is about adventure or doing something new and different, but I'm like a four year old at Christmas. I can't sleep for beans. Me who can sleep anywhere at any time and just give me the expectation of a trip or adventure and I'll be wide awake hours early. I mean I could understand it if I didn't like my regular life, but I do. I enjoy life and people. I even like spending time with myself. In another hour and a half we will be off to the great woods. When I was a kid maybe 8-12 I would head off into the woods for miles up into Wareham and Plymouth with my lunch, my dog and my fishing pole. I would explore places I had never been and mark the trails to show my way home. I thought those were the great woods then. I've been across this country and have seen vast areas of wilderness. I've stood beside redwood trees so big they boggle the imagination. I have sat on the rim of the Grand Canyon, but I have never been really in the wilderness. Today that is the destination and I'm like a big kid waiting to head off and mark my trees so I can find my way home. This time I have a guide, my son, who loves Maine especially this distant section of wilderness. It is role reversal time and I'm the kid going off for an adventure with my son the expert. Let the fun begin soon please.