I often think about taking vacations in different parts of this continent: British Columbia, Vermont, Flagstaff, northern Idaho, places that in general have pine trees and cool weather and good fishing. I have maps and maps of all these different locations, and sometimes I just dream, because while I like where I am, I also know that there is just so much more out there. There are so many incredible sights not yet seen, words not heard, food not tasted, people not met, yet they're all out there, and to ignore that fact is to put oneself into experience-limiting stagnation.