I have a confession – you are not my first. That’s right, there have been other blogs before you, but that doesn’t mean I love you any less. Although I’m not going to say I never think about the other blog from time to time.
There are two types of people in this world: outdoorsy folk and those who consider roughing it having to stay in a three-star hotel. My family falls into the latter category and, when choosing friends, I’ve tended to stick to my own kind. It’s called comfort level, people. Hiking? Isn’t that walking 18 holes instead of taking a cart? Likewise, hunting involves bargains. Ice fishing is what you do when you’re trying to get the last cube from the bottom of your vodka tonic. And, well, you get the idea.
I was fine with all this until I started writing a mystery. Why bother setting my book in the Adirondacks if I couldn’t include some authentic local color? Sadly, I realized that with only a few minor changes, such as turning “mountains” into “cornfields,” my book could just as easily be set in Lincoln, Nebraska. (I’ve never actually been to Lincoln, Nebraska. I’m just assuming they have cornfields or something else that’s flat).
So I decided to do something about my lack of expertise by stepping outside of my comfort zone, trying new things, and blogging about my adventures. All this despite limited cell phone coverage, a lack of restrooms and an abundance of bears.
Now you, dear reader, may be asking, “What’s in it for me?” Hopefully you’ll gain a little knowledge, have a few laughs, and vicariously enjoy a sense of adventure. Think of it as a modern-day Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom, where you get to sit comfortably at your computer screen, much like Marlin Perkins watching at a safe distance behind some bushes. I, on the other hand, will go out into the wild, a la Jim Fowler, and do all the heavy lifting in an effort to entertain you.
Well, on second thought…