One of my sons and I backpacked in Yosemite last year. On Project Gutenberg, I read John Muir's The Yosemite:
When I set out on the long excursion that finally led to California I wandered afoot and alone, from Indiana to the Gulf of Mexico, with a plant-press on my back, holding a generally southward course, like the birds when they are going from summer to winter. From the west coast of Florida I crossed the gulf to Cuba, enjoyed the rich tropical flora
there for a few months, intending to go thence to the north end of South America, make my way through the woods to the headwaters of the Amazon, and float down that grand river to the ocean. But I was unable to find a ship bound for South America–fortunately perhaps, for I had incredibly
little money for so long a trip and had not yet fully recovered from a fever caught in the Florida swamps. Therefore I decided to visit California for a year or two to see its wonderful flora and the famous Yosemite Valley. All the world was before me and every day was a holiday, so it did not seem important to which one of the world's
wildernesses I first should wander.
http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext04/yosem10.txt
Was thinking about how adventurers can inspire us for a long time especially if their adventure's details are shared with us.
The change in the world since Muir's travels is staggering; however, our need for inspiration from adventurers remains a constant.
I forgot the original point I was going to make, but I began this post today after my other son reminded me that I would tell him and his brother "to enjoy your journey – you'll get where you are going before you know it". He said he's just beginning to understand my advice. I told him that I too was only beginning to understand it myself.