"If the roar of a wave crashes beyond your campsite, you might call that adventure. When coyotes howl outside your tent--that may be adventure. When the wind rips at your tent pegs—that too, may be called adventure. While you're sweating like a horse in a climb over a 12,000 foot pass, that’s adventure. When a howling headwind presses your lips against your teeth, you're facing a mighty adventure. If you're drenched from head to toe in sweat as you pedal across a desert, that's adventure. If you're pressing through a howling rainstorm, you're soaked in adventure. But that's not what makes an adventure. It's your willingness to struggle through it, to present yourself at the doorstep of Nature. No more greater joy can come from life than to live inside the "moment" of an adventure. It may be a momentary "high", a stranger that changes your life, an animal that delights you or frightens you, a struggle where you triumphed, or even failed, yet you braved the challenge. Those moments present you uncommon experiences that give your life eternal expectation. That's adventure!"
Touring cyclists, fjord, Lofotan Island, Norway © 2012 Frosty Wooldridge
Frosty and Bob raise their hands in awe at the wondrous sight before them on a fjord in Norway. They pedaled from Nord Cap, Norway, north of the Arctic Circle by 700 km to Athens, Greece. From the lands of the Vikings to the Oracle of Delphi and Socrates at the Parthenon.