If you're not livin' on the edge, you're taking up too much space!
I must have been a severely unhappy homebody in my past life, because this life has been filled with wandering, some of it aimless. In western Washington state I learned to white water canoe on the Skagit river, how to hang glide on Dog mountain, and did a ton of miles remote hiking in the Olympic mountains over 14 years. Almost crashed in my friends plane after we flew over Mt St Helens not long after it erupted, air filter filled with ash and we landed in a field. In the California Mojave desert, I wandered aimlessly looking for ghost towns and abandoned mines in my spare time and since I had a legit military base sticker, I would wander Edwards AFB, China Lake Naval Weapons, and Ft Irwin until someone with a machine gun said "halt" over 7 years. In west Texas, I participated in the Sheriffs posse, on horseback sometimes, in search and rescue, along with being a tornado spotter in some very sketchy weather, and raced my cars on some of the greatest back roads in the world (Hwy 17 between Balmorhea and Ft Davis was a favorite). Then, after 20 years in sales, I got sick of people and decided to drive a big rig across the continual US and chalked up 280,000 miles in 2 years with no tickets or accidents. Still have the intense desire to travel and see more before my body finally says "halt". I did settle long enough back in western NY to remarry my 1st wife, but even then we took a month to adventure to places she never saw when the doctor declared she was in submission from cancer. The places she wanted to see the most, were places I was already in love with. Must have been meant to be.