I was born in the wrong era...

I love adventure stories. I am currently reading a book for my Water Law class that starts out with a huge and probably unnecessary story about mountain men and John Wesley Powell. He was so hardcore, he explored the Colorado river with 4 wood boats in a time when nobody had a clue what was there, and he did this with only one arm. Reading this reminded me of some other cool explorers, like John Goddard, and Percy Fawcett. Also Marco Polo, and Lewis and Clark. There are too many to name, but something occurred to me. THAT WOULD BE AWESOME. (Exploring the unknown, that is).

Today, there is no place on Earth left to explore except maybe some of the deep rain forest of S. America or the bottom of the Ocean. The former might work, but the latter doesn't really do it for me. And our space travel options? Nill (or is it?, see below). So here I am, born in the age of satellite imaging, and instant communication, and I feel like I would have had a real nice time shoving off into the unknown.

I recently heard about something that I regret that I did not have a chance to sign up for: the Mars One mission. The sign up process ended last year in August, so I guess I missed that boat. But here is the kicker, there will be subsequent missions. Maybe I should try to go? It is a one way ticket, and as of right now, 8 Utahns passed the first round of screening to go on the first trip. Lucky bastards.

Way  back when I began my undergrad, I took archaeology, geography, world history, etc. Kind of dreamed of becoming Indiana Jones I guess.

 (Thanks jas-tham)

I feel like Lee Marvin in Paint Your Wagon, which you need to watch if you never took the time


I need to get moving on my bucket list. If I haven't gone to Australia and Brazil in the next 5 years, be a darling and put me out of my misery.