Life is a river that we float down until we drown. Occasionally we pull off into a new spot, set up our tent, explore, learn, and discover new things about ourselves. Hopefully when we pack up the tent and take off down to the next stop, we’re a better person than we were before.
My last two landings have been good ones. Two decades in the Seattle area taught me humility, how to lead, and how to be a dad. As I prepare to jump back in the river after thirteen years in Teton Valley I’m stone cold sober and in the best shape of my life.
Wow, I can’t wait to see what happens next!
So, which River will you swim in in the future? Arizona? Nevada? Texas or Missouri? Maybe Paradise again. I can’t see you in CA again. We’re too liberal for you. Hope to see you soon now that you’re retired.
There’s only one river, with many branches. And, I’m not quite retired yet, still on the road for a short while. And, you’re right about California, been there and done that stop on the river and it wasn’t good :-)