World of Wonder


I was never one of those people who dreamed someday of traveling all over the world. In fact, when I was a teenager, I really didn't think I'd ever stray too far from home. Then things changed. With my brother and my friend, Joan Foster, I ended up on my first ever camping trip out west where I worked at Best Friend's Animal Sanctuary, communed with prairie dogs in South Dakota, swam in a lake at Roswell, New Mexico and saw the Grand Canyon. Since then, I have traveled through a hurricane to San Antonio and survived the "Pug Bug"-- a Norwalk virus (like they get on cruise ships) in Pennsylvania. I have been to Memphis to see Graceland and observed Niagra Falls. I swam with turtles at Oahu's North Shore and annually visit the iconic Woodstock, NY. This year will mark my fifth mission's trip to Hana, Hawaii and tomorrow I leave for a creativity conference in Laguna Beach, CA. One day, I dream of seeing Paris. I have discovered that although road trips and airplane flights can range from hectic to downright boring, the sites along the way are often filled with wonder and leave me wanting more.