Retirement? Who’s Quitting?
“There are no second acts to American lives,” Jazz Age novelist F. Scott Fitzgerald told us. That may have been true back then, though I doubt it; today it is certainly a falsehood. Many people move on to second or third acts better than their first.
Retirement for an outdoor-oriented person in particular is not really retirement at all. It is more like shifting into permanent four-wheel drive, shunning the interstates and endless highways to hit the dirt roads and pathways of the countryside. There is finally time to get to the rustic terrain and waterways neglected for lack of opportunity or resources in their professional first act.
From a personal standpoint, my expectations upon retirement some years ago were modest. I had no desire to travel the world or live in an endless repose of ease and luxury. What I wanted was to increase my exposure and interactions with the natural world already around me.
Of course I didn’t intend to retire, for there was a career or two I hadn’t had time or opportunity to enjoy in my previous life. With money no longer my prime consideration, my choices for employment after retirement expanded. Whatever compensation I managed for my outdoor-associated efforts now amounted to a pleasing bonus to my retirement income.
To their everlasting credit, Maryland’s officials appointed or elected during a long and distinguished existence since the eventual state was founded in 1634 have continued to provide for and accumulate access points for citizens to avail themselves of Maryland and the Chesapeake’s natural bounty.