I pulled up to Jump Off Rock at that magic hour when the sun streaks through the clouds leaving golden blessings in the upturned palms of the trees and golden kisses on my cheeks. The guard rail, wrought with a replica of the Blue Ridge Mountains beyond, bore the legend of a local maiden who there pledged to marry a warrior before he left for battle and there jumped to her death when he didn't return.
I climbed over to the dangerous side of the guard rail, as is my wont, and let my feet dangle over the edge, watching the sun set the way the maiden might have looked for her lover's return.
And my heart responded, "You're my Adventure."
I wear my seat belt (when one is available). I have no tattoos. I will probably never bungee jump.
But the mountains and horseback rides and ocean waves and things to climb around on sure do capture my imagination and point my heart towards the real Adventure all the more.