Places to go, before I die...

Or get arthritis. These are places I'll go to while I'm still working, while I still have to get dogsitting, and most likely before I go and get "the girls" worked on (I'm telling you, once they flunk the pencil test I'm off to see my plastic surgeon).

The list is by no means complete. Since I think I've already assuaged my other list, this list needs to get made and approached:

• The Ice Hotel (either the Canada one or the one in Europe).
• The underwater restaurant in the Maldives (heck the Maldives in general).
• DC-- I would like to see all of those places you see in the movies. Like my San Francisco trip of last year -- it will be the satisfaction of merger of reality vs. movie imaginings.
• The Yorkshire Dales -- same reason.
• Mendoza. My dad is 68 this year, he just went for the first time. He was *born in Buenos Aires*. He lived there until 24!
• Carmel/Monterey and the Monterey Bay Aquarium
• Mount Rushmore
• A dig in Dakota: just camping out and working on one for one or two days -- even as a dustmonkey -- would be cool
• New Orleans -- I kick myself as I hadn't been there before Katrina
• Savannah -- Read Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, and then see the movie. If you still have questions, get back to me

I'm thinking of something as ambitious as making this an enforced fun thing, once per year. Some are obviously easier (read: low budget, and/or shorter trip) than others (e.g., Mt. Rushmore, Carmel, Savannah vs Yorkshire, Maldives, and Lapland).

Next year, though. This year I have left Portland and California and Vegas and Mexico. And a deck.