Sometimes  you  don’t even have to leave home to have an adventure. You simply clean out your dive gear, and then, the remembering begins.  

Long Island in the Whitsundays

This is a little story I once wrote about a spur of the moment night dive we put together out on the Whitsunday Islands on the midsection of the Great Barrier Reef.  Like all real travel  experiences, this one has become portable, willing to be conjured at a moment’s notice.  Scuba gear was used to transport me—but it’s no different than using a kayak or a good pair of hiking boots. They’re all tools, stuff to allow you access to a moment that allows you access to the heart of a rare story.

The tale is posted on one of my favorite adventure-travel sites:

http://www.worldhum.com/features/travel-stories/journey_through_the_earth/