At 47 years old chances are I won’t be going into outer space. I’m not a spelunker or a submariner. I’m not a test pilot or a race car driver (though I did some laps at the Richard Petty Driving Experience and it was pretty danged cool). I’m not a nano-scientist or a medical researcher. Yet for all the things I’m not, I am motivated to be the “first ever” to do things.
On the occasion when someone counts up the number of caribou hunts I’ve made, I’m often asked, “Why do you keep going back?” I can quickly respond that it’s for “the firsts!” On subarctic hunts, I love to go off by myself if I can to make a big hike. I’m convinced at some point in the day, I’m going to put my boot down on a particular spot or two where no human has ever tread before me! That’s an exciting first!
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