Lucky me to have been raised by not one, but two, adventurous parents.
For as long as I can remember they were taking us places, driving down country roads, traveling deep into the Sierra Nevadas, parking next to riverbeds, popping up tent and trailer, roasting marshmallows, playing tunes around the fire, biking on dirt-filled trails, motor-boating across lakes, hiking through mountain and meadow, and eating some darn good, fresh caught fish.