I remember the last day of my 20s back in 2010. I spent in with a hangover, gambling at the craps tables in vegas, hanging out at a pool, and staying up in to the late hours drinking with friends. It was a great time.
Yesterday was very metaphorical for my 30s in general. Started off well, got in to some trouble and tough time, and then ended with something better than I could have imagined. We started the day with sleeping in and our breakfast buffet. We spent an hour down by the pool with wine and cigars (don’t worry the kids got ginger ale which they have a grown quite fond of). We just took it easy that morning had lunch and watched a vulture feeding outside of our lodge.
We took a van to the airport where I would confront one of my lifelong fears — flying in a plane no bigger than an SUV.

I am not quite sure where this started — I think some of it was paranoia my mom had about it. I remember her calling me from an airport once when I was young because she was about to get on a small plane and thought it might be the last time she ever spoke to me. I also seem to remember seeing a lot of movies and songs about famous people dying in plane crashes (John Denver, Buddy Holly, Richie Valens, etc). Pair that history with a fear of heights and it was amazing I got on the plane.

I popped an anxiety pill which I am sure helped some but i instantly grabbed hold of the seat in front of me (of which i didn’t let go of until we landed). The plane I am told was a Cessna and had one pilot. There were 12 seats on the plane and Peter got to ride in the copilot spot which he loved.

We had two others traveling with us from Colorado and DC who were one vacation. I asked “are these plane rides as bad as I have heard in regards to turbulence?” And without hesitating she said “yes”. Gee thanks mystery woman! She also told us we wouldn’t see any leopards on our trip which she was wrong about!
So we took off and the sweat pours opened up 😨😰. My legs and underarms felt like a warm midwestern summer shower. I kept my eyes closed half the time and listed to different music ever wondering how many more I had to go through before the flight ended. We had to divert around a thunderstorm which definitely caused some big bumps. I think we were all a bit scared. Other than that it just felt like we were in a rubber ducky on a bathtub constantly moving left and right. We landed safely however and once again I got a bravery merit badge. Awarded right after i emerged from the hut they called a toilet of course!
Our guide, Patrick, was awesome and offered to either take us to camp to end the day or do a quick evening rideat Hwange National Park. We selected the ride and we basically saw almost every animal imaginable.

We saw lions sleeping (scar and mufasa), elephants galore, a giraffe, wildebeest, hippos, baboons, various birds, and yes one very stealthy leopard. I have heard leopards are the hardest cat to find on safari and most of the people we have met along the way on this trip say seeing one is rare but we got a great glimpse.






Tami got some great photos which I will post when we are back in civilization.
Patrick even set up a sunset bar for us on the road where we enjoyed an evening cocktail before heading back out to look for more animals.



We came back to our camp for a great steak and potato dinner. We were all beat but I had to have my evening cigar. We put the kids to bed and enjoyed one last drink and cigar around the campfire with a very lovely South African couple.


That night we were woken up by a huge thunderstorm and multiple hyenas outside of our tent. But I was tired and aging a year so I didn’t care and rolled over and went to bed.
I look forward to a new decade with my family and friends, with what changes may come and continued success. And as always having God with me every step of the way to help me be my best.






















































