Lately I’ve been writing frequently about bucket list destinations and experiences, typically equating those desires with faraway locales. Indeed, the more you experience new environs, the more you crave wilder, more remote, more breathtaking locales, and big, new, stronger, rarer fish. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to catch arapaima on swimbaits, or char in the Arctic Circle, but the idea that to be a great trip something has to be expensive or distant is patently false. There are plenty of options for most of us that are within a day’s (or a few hours’) drive and don’t cost an arm and a leg.
I am scheduled to go fishing in the Amazon next week. As you may have seen on the news, large swaths of the Amazon are on fire. Of course, that’s kind of like saying “the United States is on fire.” You wouldn’t cancel a trip to Florida just because the Bronx was burning, would you? The Amazon is a big place, and my understanding is that the nearest fires are still several hundred miles from where I’m going.
This past weekend the entire Robbins family celebrated my father’s 75th birthday by gathering at my parents’ house, eating food from his favorite restaurant and playing a spirited game of “Jeopardy” in which every question was about him. Miraculously, no one was decapitated or excommunicated from the family.