Eagles Never Land

For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return. – Leonardo da Vinci

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Travel is the ultimate paradox. The ultimate human condition. Ceaseless movement which keeps you grounded. While within these adventures you never stop moving, the memories are those things which stay firmly planted…

Three weeks ago I traveled to the Lake of the Ozarks and rode high powered Jet Ski’s until midnight. There is something special about cruising 70 miles per hour over glassy water at sunset in the southern grain belt : ) – The next week, myself and 11 adventurous comrades camped and kayaked for 3 days on the Upper Iowa River near the Bald Eagle sanctuary of Decorah, Iowa. Majestic aerial raptors glide around the cliffs scanning, patrolling, hunting like Jurassic Park. We traveled 15 miles down stream over that weekend. We drank like sailors and ate like kings, smoker cooking 4 whole chickens, beef briskets and 2 rainbow trout along the way. Flasks full of cinnamon whiskey and pens filled with sticky wax make long days of paddling breeze by like humid summer wind through a corn field. 8 hours in the smoker makes meat taste like a carnivore candy : ) – My friend KW brought along his trout pole and caught fish all up and down the river like a turn of the century pioneer. One week after that (around 3 days ago) I jumped out of an airplane in Brooklyn Iowa. Free fall toward the earth at more than 100 miles per hour. Those who say the Midwest is boring have likely not seen it from a parachute at 9,000 feet. A chess board of corn fields divided the horizon where rook and bishop were farm house castles and wild horses, king and queen were the farmer and his wife. This moment of peace after the violent rush of un-tethered free fall culminated as a chemical explosion in my brain unlike any I had experienced. For the rest of that day and into the night my mind would wander in the possibility of “what if”. What will we do? What can be done? What if we…You see the act of travel and the art of adventure do not satisfy some requirement to move, to escape, rather they inspire the continual exploration of ones life through experience in the present moment. Movement. The Journey. The human urge to run, to fight, to love, growl and bite like an animal are not apart from nature but a part OF it. We are not brought into this world, we are made by it.


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