True North
Feeling the need to go north. Far north. Labrador north. Iceland north. Pennan north. Denmark and Sweden and Finland north. Viking territory. Inuit territory. The kind of places that require commitment to get to. As spring takes hold in New Hampshire and I’m dreaming of warmer days, I’m also thinking of these places. Aurora Borealis north. Tundra north. Icebergs floating by north. I blame Jacques for the icebergs, I hadn’t thought of them until he showed me how many were floating around out there.
I just finished a renovation project in Pocasset. I’ve checked one box and I’m looking at the bucket list of wanderlust places, and north announces I let another season go by without a visit. Baseball and crocuses and opening the pool are here, and I’m thinking about going north. Such is the life of a restless explorer.
Shelving grand adventures for the moment, spring does bring with it opportunity for exploration locally. Plenty of old forts and lighthouses and state parks to visit. Plenty of opportunities for adventure right here in New England and New York. North will have to wait a bit longer. But not much longer.