Adventure. This topic made me think of some favorite passages from The Hobbit
“Very pretty!” said Gandalf. “But I have no time to blow smoke-rings this morning. I am looking for someone to share an adventure that I am arranging, and it’s very difficult to find anyone.”
“I should think so–in these parts! We are plain quiet folks and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!…”
One can travel without adventure, but there usually isn’t much to say:
Now it is a strange thing, but things that are good to have and days that are good to spend are soon told about, and not much to listen to; while things that are uncomfortable, palpitating, and even gruesome, may make a good tale, and take a deal of telling anyway.
An adventure shapes you, you come back changed in some way.
I have taken trips that fall into both categories. In 2013 my husband and I took a very pleasant trip to Ireland, well planned, we stayed in lovely places, did lovely things it was beautiful in the lush green Irish way.
No real adventure though. The closest we came was that the web site for the first B&B we stayed at had reversed the directions (they had posted the ones for coming from the south under coming from the north and vice versa). It took a bit to figure that out and resulted in needing to get the car out of a narrow, steep dead end street. That resulted in changing drivers (I could have done it, but he wanted to do it his way).
Adventure is less about where you go.
On the trip to Palm Springs last week, a tame, familiar location, the adventure was in messed up arrangements, and stress about how Grandma could manage (see my post Was it all a dream? for the gory details).
For her getting into the tall bed each night was a potentially disastrous challenge. She was never tall, she maxed at 5’2″ and has gone down since then. The bed was high for me at 5’6″. She can’t bounce or jump at all, so she would half-stand half-sit against the edge of the bed (which was higher than her bottom and roll herself on then scootch to get away from the edge so that when she rolled over again she wouldn’t fall off. There were plenty of palpitating moments.
Reflecting on that trip inspired me to start a new blog: Goin’ with Grandma, I am hoping to find other people who have traveled with people who are elderly or mobility challenged, whether across town or across an ocean, to share stories, lessons learned, and tips. My hope is to be able to travel with a little less “adventure”, or at least fewer palpitations. The new blog itself is an adventure, as I am doing it with WordPress.org. I know some folks have had real challenges changing over. It is just a tiny site now but come on by.