“Adventure isn’t hanging off a rope on the side of a mountain. Adventure is an attitude we must apply to the day to day obstacles of life”

Today is warm despite the ocean. It is 59˚ but there is an every now and then cold wind. The sun is hidden but bright behind the clouds. I managed to do all my errands. I even made it to the dump. My trunk and back seat were filled with trash bags, cardboard, papers and magazines. It was cold there. The wind tore across the flat, open areas.

At night, parts of the cape are quite dark. Streetlights are sometimes far between. One of my favorite roads has almost no lights at all. It passes cranberry bogs on both sides of the road. In one of those bogs, every Christmas, a lit tree stands in the middle of the bog strung with ropes. When I pass during the daylight from season to season, I get to watch the changes in the bog. In the late fall, the bogs are flooded to protect them from the cold winds of winter. As it gets warmer, berries first appear. In a short while the bogs become red with fruit. They are harvested in the fall when the bogs are flooded again. A machine with a driver beats the bog with a paddle to stir the berries so they float to the top. Workers wearing waders move the berries toward a chute so they can be harvested. I always stop to watch a harvest.

When I was in Ghana, Peace Corps vehicles were Land Rovers, the sort which trekked across the Sahara and were chronicled in National Geographic. They always seemed exotic to me, the perfect vehicle for Africa. I remember riding up the coast from Half Assini to Accra after our mid-term conference. The ride felt almost dream-like. There I was in Africa in a Land Rover riding along the ocean road passing palm trees and family compounds, kiosks selling all sorts of goods and people selling food. I remember giant snails sold from baskets, fruits especially oranges and pineapples being hawked by women and meat on a stick cooking over a charcoal fire, its species unknown. If I ever hit the jackpot, I’ll buy myself an old Land Rover and refurbish it. I’ll feel like an adventurer even on Cape roads.

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2 Comments on ““Adventure isn’t hanging off a rope on the side of a mountain. Adventure is an attitude we must apply to the day to day obstacles of life””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hello again Kat,

    If you can find an old Land Rover that runs you would be very lucky. Most of the ones that were imported here are dead. The new ones are not only overpriced, but are not very reliable. An old Toyota Land Cruiser would be a better choice if you can find one. It’s the Japanese knock off of the Landcruiser, only better and reliable.

    Unfortunately, British automobile engineering is still not very good. When you and I were young everyone wanted a British sports car like a Triumph or an MG. They all had Lucas electrical parts. Why do the British drink warm beer? Because all their refrigerators are made by Lucas. Of course, Lucas was the ancient god of darkness. 🙂

    Some days I just can’t seem to get started and today is one of those days. I’m enjoying replying to your posts rather than doing my work. 🙂 Maybe tomorrow will be better.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I saw one on a blog about a year ago. It was my Land Rover type refurbished and with a new engine. The guy had it done for his wife who also always wanted the classic Land Rover. I ooze with envy when she drives it. There are places which do all the updating. It is a classic Rover sight. I read that the model from 1969 is the hardest to locate.

      I always thought Erebus was the God of Darkness. I’ll find out more about Lucas as I don’t know him. I did find a bunch of jokes about Lucas fridges and British cars.

      The three positions of a Lucas switch: dim, flicker, and off

      What do you call an MG with a dual exhaust?
      A wheelbarrow

      I have days where I have no compunction about doing nothing. I figure I’m at the stage in life when doing nothing is my right.

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