There are places I plan to visit, beautiful places. The National Geographic shaped my mind to desire to see these places for myself.
I must go to Yellowstone National Park. I don’t have to see Ol’ Faithful geyser, but I must see the mountains, the buffalo, and breathe the pine scented air.
I must go to Mount Rushmore, where someone with a great vision of what could be carved into granite and produced the faces of some of America’s most honored presidents.
I must go to Alaska, and gaze at ancient glaciers, listening to iceberg size pieces ‘calving’.
I probably will manage trips to these amazing natural wonders God created.
But, being greedy, I will wish for one more, knowing that I will never ever go there: Victoria Falls in Africa. Why won’t I go there? Well, I really do not enjoy plane travel, and Africa holds too many questions for me to feel safe, at this point of my non-adventurous soul. But, still I will always wonder about Victoria Falls.
After writing about “UP!” in the previous blog, it is natural for me to think about Victoria Falls, I suppose: V is for Victoria Falls. 
To hear the thunderous roar of the water, to feel the spray of the mist rising up from the gorge, to follow the rainbow to its end--these things I will dream about some quiet night.
Thank you, Arlee Bird and your team.
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