Tuesday, January 15, 2013

There is a unifying factor here of physical discomfort...


Before I graduate Henry Clay (which I’ll admit, I’d like to do soon), I’d like to take a couple of great backpacking trips. Someday, I’ll backpack/snowshoe/mush across Alaska (Kenai, Wrangell-St. Elias, Gates of the Arctic, Katmai, my Denali, so on) but sooner, I’d like to get some good three or four day trips in. I’m planning to go with a friend or two over spring break, I’d love to squeeze a trip into summer, and hopefully get a few more in senior year.

Before I graduate college, I would like to have lived in the third world for a significant period of time—two or so months at least. Living abroad anywhere would be a culture shock, but living in abject poverty would, I think, afford me more perspective than living a relatively cushy existence in Western Europe or somewhere similar. I’d like most to live in Sub-Saharan Africa, and I’d like to be conversant in the predominant language in whatever community I live in. I foresee this taking the form of a study-abroad program, albeit a somewhat nontraditional one.

Before I die, I’d like to do lots, including get certified and work fighting wildfires. Wildfires are fascinating to me and I’d like to become a hotshot or at least get a red card, and I wouldn’t mind conducting some prescribed burns as well.

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