Plans
I don’t know if I’ll ever kayak in Samoa. (That was one of the trips I put together in my head while I was still in the Air Force and could have flown there for free.)
I spent some time planning a mountain bike trip along the path of the Newfy Bullet, the old railbed that runs 600 miles, from one side of Newfoundland to the other. Looking back on it, I should have built that time into one of the trips I made to St. John’s, but there were always other things that came up.
I’d like to hike the John Muir Trail. My first alpine backpacking experience was in the Sierras, on a week-long loop not far from Bishop. My memories of the trip are spotty, but I can still see the snow flurries in July, smell the fresh trout frying in the pan. I went backpacking other places after this particular trip, and I’ve always thought I’d like to do the Pacific Crest Trail. The John Muir Trail would be an excellent PCT in microcosm, but I never got around to it. I have the book though, and the maps…
Coulda, shouda, woulda. Some trips are destined to stay in the mind.