I find myself drawn to people who embark on solitary adventures far from the helter-skelter of cities. Contemplating them is an escape from the mundane and predictable. Seriously imagining myself in their roles induces tinges of exhilaration — and panic.
In August last year, I wrote about and began following the blog of teenager Zac Sunderland, who continues his quest to sail around the world. Now I’m also following John Wells, who moved from New York to the Texas desert where he’s “living off the grid.” John blogs daily about experiences. And not just about the overwhelming challenge of building a self-sufficient enclave in the middle of nowhere. Read More
Not often do I read about a sixteen-year-old boy and immediately wonder what he will do doing thirty years hence. I hope I’m around long enough to see how life unfolds for Zac Sunderland, who’s attempting to become the youngest person to sail solo around the world.
Zac’s departure two months ago from Marina del Ray in California escaped me. Now I’m following his progress via his blog and its link to Google Earth, which vividly pinpoints his location and route.
When I was sixteen, I had trouble driving a car straight. Too many decades later, I’m living vicariously through Zac as he battles the contradictory demons of storms and no wind in the middle of the Pacific — alone but so very much alive.
