We’ve really been getting our money’s worth out of Netflix recently. Between DVDs and streaming we’ve been watching a lot more movies lately than we used to. As entertaining as all of that has been, we’re talking hours spent on the couch: the new American pastime that’s nothing to be proud of.
The most recent movie we had show up in the mail was 180Â° South. It came highly recommended to us from everyone who had seen it.
“The film follows adventurer Jeff Johnson as he retraces the epic 1968 journey of his heroes Yvon Chouinard and Doug Tompkins to Patagonia.”
It’s a journey with a destination, but the journey itself seems to be an equal component of the goal. When the word used to describe you is “adventurer” it’s a safe bet that how you get there will be just as interesting as what you do once you’re there.
Having settled comfortably into our life here, and our routine, I think both Anne and I found the idea of heading off into uncertainty very appealing. We talk a lot about taking a trip somewhere now that our house renovations have settled down to a trickle. But even the idea of a trip feels a bit sterile and anemic lately.
I want to go on an adventure. The biggest problem is that we’re not really adventure people. At least not yet.