Pick your frontier

In a phrase that always makes one sound incredibly pompous....today, while reading the New York Times (see it does, doesn't it??) I read that today in 1968 was the first manned flight of the Apollo mission in the USA's quest of the great frontier of space. Cool.

That got me thinking about frontiers. Although, a full moon ranks very high on my list of WOW! sights and I have lost time staring at a night sky stuffed with stars, I've never been one to be overly enthused nor impressed about our exploration of space. Being a toddler sitting on my Mama's lap when we landed on the moon, that whole generational focus on the "final frontier of space" was lost on me. I'm also not one who is a lover of flight. I would be the one who pays attention to every detail of the pre-flight speech, looks to make sure I know where is my closest exit, and makes use of a variety of in-flight sacred talismans during take-off and landing.

For me, the frontier that caught and still catches my attention is the ocean and the depth and vastness of the water. I loved Jacques Cousteau! As a kid, I recieved a toy figure of a scuba diver and I would take my plastic diver, fill up the bath tub and spend hours imagining deep sea exploration!

One of the more amazing moments was being on a cruise ship and late at night going out on the upmost deck to stand in wonder at being surrounded by nothing but lots of deep, deep water in the middle of the big, big ocean.

Personally, I would choose snorkeling over hang-gliding.

Where is it that strikes true to your awe-quotient? Have you spent time in that frontier?

Adventure is needed....

sj;