Bury your cell phone in the garden, "just do it!!!"
The McKinnon clan Motto is, AUDENTES FORTUNA JUVAT (translation from Latin: "Fortune rewards the daring"). True to my motto, I have spent a life exploring and discovering, and I uncovered treasure along the way. I know it's hard to believe such a story, but there are some still that live to quest.
I was that boy. Outside our home extended a vast prairie. For many days and nights, I would strap on my trusty 'garbage-can-lid shield', grab my BB gun, wood sword, and bound off for adventure. I had an abundance of missions with other kids from the neighbourhood. We built forts- planned military defences- fought tactical wars- explored unknown territory, building ships to cross vast oceans (ponds if truth be known). All this activity, and never did I arrive late for supper. I once jumped out of a school bus with five friends (1, 2, 3,…go!). Confident that our umbrella parachutes would make us soar like eagles. Three strained ankles later we admitted our faulty design as saboteur to flawless execution.
Those years are impressionable to me. It seemed that every second day we engineered ramps or go-carts, somehow pushing the speed barrier at seven years old. When winter hit everything went faster upon the thick prairie ice. We played hockey and all manner of sport. We were proud of our dirt bikes, and we owned tents and fishing gear.
As an adult- oil and gas professional-I've sat on top of drilling rig derricks and watched the sun on the horizon. I've travelled cross-country and long distances abroad. I've tested my science and drilled wells; some dry and even others that shot oil over the derrick. And as a result surrounding cold Canadian cities have had light and heat, and people had better mobility. All along that quest I've had my oilfield brethren for support.
I like the outdoors. I like the outdoors so much, that I founded a company with a seismic division. That meant I got to play with explosives and such. I must say the spirit of boyhood lives on-we did mean things to pigeons. We also designed and built really cool tuneable laser diodes. The diode would detect methane natural gas seeps, and of course we all had to fart near the machine to see who the stankest stinker was. When shooting seismic, you walk a lot. Outdoors all day long, I witnessed wild beauty- massive moose and elk grazing, deer jumping, baby cougar pups playing, white owls with wingspan longer than my body and the like.
Recently, I founded an exploration company in search of treasure in South America. Wow what a rush! We hiked thru jungle and over mountain pass. I've climbed volcanoes and bathed in crystal clean Andes mountain streams. Traversing the land, I found myself above the clouds, looking down like some alien adventurer, and the next day, snake-like crawling on our bellies surrounded by thick jungle foliage. The South American jungles are laboriously humid that you have to swallow when you breathe. Yet, I do this all for the earth science-to make those discoveries that will affect generations. And I have made important discoveries. Even more important than these things are the friends you meet on your quest.
A few months back I adios'd my cell phone-a smooth 2 pointer into the waste basket. Playing games and such just isn't my thing. Hi-tech is a misnomer. There are too many things yet to do. Stan says that taking the mail boat up river, from the ocean to Timbuktu, you get to see the different native tribes, and sleep on the boat at night. Diego says the water is high and fast in Argentina, where they have the best wine. And Lauren says the views are spectacular in the South Pacific; there is an orphanage there that needs my help. What do you say?
PS I think about my McKinnon clan roots often. I love this quote from the movie 13th Warrior:
"Lo, there do I see my father. 'Lo, there do I see...
My mother, and my sisters, and my brothers.
Lo, there do I see...
The line of my people...
Back to the beginning. Lo, they do call to me.
They bid me take my place among them."