My mother tells me so often how she envies all the exciting things I've done. She always wanted to be a world traveler. She grew up on a boy scout ranch in Arizona and had all kinds of fantasies involving adventure. It makes me sad that she lives those things through me. So I do adventurous things with an eye toward not wasting life too much
. Of course, in return I envy her for being retired, doing the RV living thing half the year and hosting Pacific Crest Trail hikers in her house in the summer. That was my dream. I wanted to buy the pizza place in Lone Pine and have a special room for all the stinky hikers to eat pizza, entertain me with stories and put up memorabilia from their hikes on the wall.