With all this saving and investing, let’s not forget about living. Because once you have water, food, shelter, and a riverboat cruise through Europe, what’s the point? You want to get out there and see what you see. Go for a drive. Hit the trail.
A couple of weeks ago, Becky and I were driving west on 302 through Crawford Notch, New Hampshire, on our way to ski Bretton Woods. It’s a steep, narrow pass with Mount Willard on your left. We could see a group picking their way up one slippery face of its ice falls. It’s serious terrain. Mt. Pierce is on your right.
In speaking with you this week, you told me you made the ten-hour drive from Pennsylvania to the notch, commenting, “Hey, Survival Guy, we were in your neck of the woods a few weeks ago.” You told me how you broke trail in over a foot of snow, snowshoeing up Mt. Pierce, a four-thousand-plus footer in the Presidentials. You did Mt. Willard too. And on the other side of Mt. Washington, in Pinkham Notch, the Nineteen Mile Brook Trail.
“The sounds in the woods must have been awesome,” I wrote.
“The most awesome ‘sound’ in the woods was the quiet.”
Action Line: When you start living your retirement life, you never know what you’ll see. Start your planning now for summer before it’s too late. I’d love to see you in Newport. Last year attendees of the Newport Folk Festival (’23 sold out within hours) were treated to surprise appearances by Paul Simon and Joni Mitchell.
