As I write this, I am traveling with my son, Gabe. He’s 24. This tradition started when he was three and has been missed only a few times for extenuating circumstances.
This year is a transition as he starts graduate school in the fall studying sociology at the University of Wisconsin at Madison. I lived in Madison as a small boy while my dad attended graduate school in journalism.
These annual quests are conducted almost entirely ad hoc. No planning. We met in Phoenix, spent the morning at a climbing gym in Prescott, and are now hiking in Sedona. We find our lodging only a day in advance, mostly AirBnB’s.
How do you balance tradition and spontaneity? What might you do this week that reinforces a relationship and at the same time opens it to new possibilities?
“The modernity of yesterday is the tradition of today, and the modernity of today will be tradition tomorrow.”
– Jose Andres
