Africa is worth going. My hunt partner (70 y/o) and I returned from there September - Bucket list certain - make sure to add a photo safari tour along with any hunt or... the photo safari was possibly equal to or more enjoyable if a hunt is out of the $ wheel house.
As Hank says, "Still kicking!"
Sorry Hank - back to your kicking. Always, always a favorite thread to read. You dial back the petty things we, humans, tend to create into more than necessary road hurdles.
There was always a framed chart of Africa on the living room wall growing up. 1880's.
Dad's.
The coast was marked with the old names on the coast. A few mountain ranges and rivers. The Nile. Lake Victoria.
Diagonally across the middle it just said, "Unknown parts". Over the mostly blank chart.
Dad was a Merchant Marine.
Skipper on dozens of Victory & Liberty ships during "the War". Class of 1943.
The 1st class @ Kingspoint.
Their school was in the Atlantic, the North Sea. The Mermansk run.
He never spoke of the war.
His west was the World, at war.
I found his charts as a kid and the names told the story. The port calls.
Alexandria Harbor, Tripoli, Mermansk...Bimini Atoll.
I took a different path after graduating, a different war going , a different time.
I did sail some seas.
I came home and explored Our West.
Our Public Lands.
The ex, "D" ,left London @ 17 and came to America.
We met in the late 80's.
At a park. LOL
We explored places and peoples.
NM was always one of those places.
Santa Fe. Abaque, Chimayo, Mesa Verde. Pecos.
I took her to Zuni the last time she came for a visit.
She spent a couple days.
We ate PIE.
Mom & dad came to visit when I had moved in with her.
I had rebuilt the garage/shop for woodworking, after 10 years of no man about.
The orchard, and garden. The old redwood home on a creek. A bunk house.
D had a weaving studio there.
We had just finished supper and Dad was on the deck with a cuppa and another slice of pie. Sitting looking about, smoking his pipe.
We could hear them talking as they did dishes.
I said, "What do you think?".
Dad smiled and said, "She's a keeper. That was the best pie I have ever had!"
When she was here 5 years ago she gave me a picture of Dad & I talking that late afternoon.
She asked what were you laughing about. I told her.
She laughed and said "Your Dad made the best pies, ever".
Maybe we can hit Acoma or Chaco if she comes.
I better find some ripe apricots and raspberries.