Ahem. You can stop waiting now. It’s time to resume our quiet little walk in the woods, looking at the smaller things, getting down to more of a bug’s eye view. It’s not bad down here…

Ahem. You can stop waiting now. It’s time to resume our quiet little walk in the woods, looking at the smaller things, getting down to more of a bug’s eye view. It’s not bad down here…
If I told you I went to a place with epic views that people travel thousands of miles to see, but chose to ignore those views, would you think I was nuts?
Oof!
The dirt road was a veritable minefield of potholes, craftily camouflaged in dappled midday shadows. Trees lined the road, providing a source for that insidious shade, giving those potholes ninja stealth. Driving down this minefield was akin to navigating an impassible obstacle course, where occasions of failure gave me thoughts of riding a bucking bronco, and dropping into the bigger craters evoked a guttural oof.
But what brought me to this kidney buster?
Most folks in the United States have heard of the Land of Lincoln, state motto of Illinois, where famed President Abe Lincoln had his roots. But did you know there was a Sea of Lincoln?
Just as I glanced back up the trail, the feet of the fellow walking down it took off in a different direction than his mind intended and gravity played a cruel trick.
Ouch. Ice will do that to a guy.
Stepping out of my tent, taking a sip of fresh mountain air, I greeted the birds and thought, what will we be doing today?
Mythology tells us the Greek gods ate ambrosia and drank nectar, giving them strength and immortality. But what sort of vessel could contain such a potion? No mere cup suffices.
THUMP! Thumpity thump, crash, thump thump. The rock (or rocks?) continued to bound down the cliff I was hanging onto as the seconds rolled on, reminding me how far I had to fall should I lose footing with the other foot as well. Once I found a new foothold to replace that sizable sounding rock I’d knocked free I looked around for my wife – she was somewhere below.
The young Kiwi schoolboy watched, first with a quizzical expression, then with astonishment. Soon it would be me that was surprised.
The invitation was unexpected.