I'm still talking about a Vancouver to Key West bike trip.

I want to be the Aunt/Grandma that cooks up a super-hot batch of green chili with tortillas while teaching (by example) the youngsters how to cuss in multiple languages,the words to naughty songs and how to hunt elk.

And then I want to hop on my bike and come back weeks later with more stories and pictures.

And when I die, as we all will, I want it to be sudden, while doing something I love.

In short, I want to be the eccentric old lady that everyone has to make allowances for - and yes, I've been told that I'm almost there, already.