A lot of travel bloggers write about how they have parents who don’t support their desire to travel or how their parents have never left the country. Fortunately I don’t have the same problem.
But I do have the problem of having parents who are way cooler than me.
And though my entire family is kind of travel-obsessed, (no really, most of them have set foot on every continent) I don’t think anyone is quite as adventurous as my dad.
When I was a little kid my dad would bring me back trinkets from his hunting trips: a wooden jaguar head from the Brazilian Amazon, a silver necklace from Buenos Aires, colorful armadillo figurines from Central America. I grew up hearing tales of the time he saw a massive school of barracuda in the Great Barrier Reef to the time he stayed for a week at the governor’s mansion in Mexico.
When I was two my dad taught me how to ski, when I was 11 he taught me how to fly a plane and when I was 13 he taught me to shoot a shotgun. (All of the important skills, right?)
In high school my friends had a running joke that I never knew exactly where my father was located, considering I would receive calls proclaiming, “I’m fly-fishing in Guatemala!” or “I’m at a James Bond party in London!” or “Ash, I went sky-diving today!”
If anyone has inspired me to live a life full of adventure and good stories, it’s my dad.
I know I am so lucky to have a dad who 100% supports my dreams both at home and abroad. My dad’s the guy who’s always up for a post-work tennis match, and the one I can always nerd out about camera gear with.
So today I just wanted to take this time to say “Happy Father’s Day” to my duck-hunting, sky-diving, polo-playing, ski-racing, plane-flying dad.
Happy Father’s Day, dad. And know that wherever I am in the world I’m so grateful for your love and support and am missing you always.
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