LIFE IS A SOFT ADVENTURE
Harlan Hague
| Picture this: you're sitting with us on the open after deck of a
small riverboat, sipping a glass of good wine and watching pink dolphins rise near the
boat. The sun drops below the horizon, and we turn to watch clouds tinted with twenty
shades of pink change into layers and columns and great swirls of whipped cream. The aroma of grilled peacock bass and piranha, which we caught just hours ago, drifts over to us, and dinner is announced. We get up, all thirteen of us, and walk over to the buffet table. This was the scene most evenings of our expedition by riverboat on the middle Amazon. This is the sort of travel that I enjoy. We've sailed in southeastern Alaska on a 70-passenger, shallow draft ship, moving up salmon-clogged streams by zodiac and walking along trails, shouting "hey bear, hey bear!" We've motored up the waterways of central California for a close look at delta marshes and the Napa Valley wine country and watched the sun set through San Francisco's Golden Gate. We swam with sea lions in the Sea of Cortez, watched hundreds of dolphins--the naturalist estimated a thousand--converging on the ship, and petted whales in Magdalena Bay.
Soft adventure. The sort of experience that goes beyond the typical tourist itinerary. There is no great physical challenge involved here. There is considerable food for the spirit. And the body. And on the windjammer, a rum swizzle at every turn. Not to worry, you're not driving. This is the web site of Harlan Hague, BBA, MBA, MA, PhD, writer and retired history professor. On these pages, I will talk shamelessly about my various passions, chiefly travel and writing. In addition to our independent traveling, I began organizing and escorting tours when I was teaching college history. My wife taught English as a second language at the same college. I never tried to make money on my tours, just earn a compensatory place on the tour. We traveled rather extensively during our teaching years, always taking our three daughters with us. The youngest was one year old on her first trip to Europe. They continued to travel with us through their university years, and indeed beyond. We lived in England's north Cotswold Hills during a most satisfying sabbatical year and return often. I wrote a short reminiscence of that idyllic year so my daughters would remember how I felt about it. After our retirement from teaching, I continued to organize and escort tours. Before embarking on a teaching career, I was stationed in Japan with the United States Navy and enjoyed it immensely. I eventually took my discharge in Japan and returned to the United States on a solo trip of six months through southeast Asia, the Middle East, North Africa, and Europe. To date, I have visited sixty or seventy countries and dependencies and am anxious to see the rest of the world. |
Farther afield, we have walked in fields of
wildflowers in the Alps around Mürren and had tea on
a canyon-side terrace, almost in tears at the magnificence of the Jungfrau range opposite.
We have watched the sun rise over the Serengeti from a hot air balloon and strolled the
streets of the tiny mountain village of Stölberg im
Harz in Germany, just awakening from its decades of isolation on the western border of
then East Germany. We've biked through tulip fields in northern Holland. We sat for hours
on an early morning, watching the sun's rays pierce the dark overcast and illuminate the
walls of Machu Picchu, sparkling from last night's rain. We sailed the turquoise waters of
Turkey's Mediterannean coast and hiked inland, marveling at unexcavated Hellenistic
and Roman ruins reachable only on foot. We stood in wonder, gazing at the snow-capped
mountains from atop Tibet's Potala Palace. We thrilled at the sight of a resplendent
quetzal pair in Costa Rica's Monteverde Cloud Forest and wondered at the magnificence of
the lost Mayan cities of Tikal and Xunantanich in Guatemala and Belize. We've been
inspired by the wonderful colors of autumn in Japan and Uluru at sunset. We return often
to the Caribbean to sail the tall ships on windjammer barefoot cruises. 
I am a Windjammer Barefoot Cruises zealot. Windjamming
in the Caribbean is one of my favorite holidays. This is my kick-back time. I've sailed on
most of the Windjammer ships more than once, including the ill-fated 
