Dr Jones

Adventure is a perfectly natural longing for excitement that affects any man in normal health. Doubtless, it is an inheritance of our race from those remote ancestors whose struggle for existence involved the uncertainties of the chase, the hazards of combat with wild beasts, and the perils of the unknown. To them, life was a constant adventure, and the thrill that suffuses us in reproducing their experience is the normal thrill of healthy nerves reacting to the natural struggle for self preservation. Our ancestors had to take the chances of death to get their daily livelihood. When we “flirt with death”, we are going back to the compensating nervous pleasure of primitive man, which protected and elevated him in his daily struggle.

Roald Amundsen 1927

Hidden In Plain Sight
...Two feet from my head I heard the huffing of a very large animal and I instinctively yelled at the top of my lungs...

The South Pole Traverse
...Delivering 100,000 gallons of fuel across Antarctica...

Trapped in the Barrier Range
...I'm not too thrilled about wielding a metal shovel while lightning is cracking over head but I've got little choice...

Summer Sled Dogs
...The desire to pull was in the dog’s blood and they couldn't forget what they were born to do...

An Egyptian Bargain
...Just minutes after hitting the tarmac at Egypt's international airport in Cairo - the haggling begins...

Dr Jones
The Perils of Adventure

By Dave Weimer

In my opinion, “Indiana Jones and The Temple Doom” is not a movie for six and seven year old children. That said, it was Dad’s turn to watch the kids, Dad wanted to see the movie, and my six year old sister and I weren't complaining. For children, everything is an adventure. The simple pleasures in life that adults tend to forget- tying your shoes, going up an elevator, using the public bathroom-are all still adventures in their own right. So one might imagine, for young impressionable children, a simple trip to the movies might resemble boarding a space vehicle bound for another planet. And so it was for my sister, Lexie and me, in the summer of 1984.

Lexie and I pushed together hard against the heavy door, excited to enter the theater and once inside, we were hit by the chill of well conditioned air, always a reprieve from the sweltering humidity of a Florida summer. The perfume of fresh buttery popcorn caught our noses and we instantly yearned for the sweet fizzle of soda pop- Nectar of the gods! In the background, the muffled sounds of laughter, cheers, and explosions filled us with a sense of eagerness to get our seats and see what everyone was oohing and aahing about. But first, we would need to stare longingly through the glass cabinet at the over priced candy, Dad never got us any but we begged like dogs anyway.

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	Adventure is a perfectly natural longing for excitement that affects any man in normal health. Doubtless, it is an inheritance of our race from those remote ancestors whose struggle for existence involved the uncertainties of the chase, the hazards of combat with wild beasts, and the perils of the unknown. To them, life was a constant adventure, and the thrill that suffuses us in reproducing their experience is the normal thrill of healthy nerves reacting to the natural struggle for self preservation. Our ancestors had to take the chances of death to get their daily livelihood. When we “flirt with death”, we are going back to the compensating nervous pleasure of primitive man, which protected and elevated him in his daily struggle. Roald Amundsen 1927					Hidden In Plain Sight ...Two feet from my head I heard the huffing of a very large animal and I instinctively yelled at the top of my lungs... The South Pole Traverse ...Delivering 100,000 gallons of fuel across Antarctica... Trapped in the Barrier Range ...I'm not too thrilled about wielding a metal shovel while lightning is cracking over head but I've got little choice... Summer Sled Dogs ...The desire to pull was in the dog’s blood and they couldn't forget what they were born to do... An Egyptian Bargain ...Just minutes after hitting the tarmac at Egypt's international airport in Cairo - the haggling begins...

	Dr Jones The Perils of Adventure By Dave Weimer

	In my opinion, “Indiana Jones and The Temple Doom” is not a movie for six and seven year old children. That said, it was Dad’s turn to watch the kids, Dad wanted to see the movie, and my six year old sister and I weren't complaining. For children, everything is an adventure. The simple pleasures in life that adults tend to forget- tying your shoes, going up an elevator, using the public bathroom-are all still adventures in their own right. So one might imagine, for young impressionable children, a simple trip to the movies might resemble boarding a space vehicle bound for another planet. And so it was for my sister, Lexie and me, in the summer of 1984. Lexie and I pushed together hard against the heavy door, excited to enter the theater and once inside, we were hit by the chill of well conditioned air, always a reprieve from the sweltering humidity of a Florida summer. The perfume of fresh buttery popcorn caught our noses and we instantly yearned for the sweet fizzle of soda pop- Nectar of the gods! In the background, the muffled sounds of laughter, cheers, and explosions filled us with a sense of eagerness to get our seats and see what everyone was oohing and aahing about. But first, we would need to stare longingly through the glass cabinet at the over priced candy, Dad never got us any but we begged like dogs anyway. (continued on page 2)