“It’s surprising how quickly you can go from driving down the freeway to gazing at the northern lights over thunderstorms in the night—each flash of lightning trying to steal the show. The air around the window was cold against my face as I lifted the shade to sneak a glimpse of the Arctic sky. As my eyes slowly adjusted, I could make out the shadows of the cloud tops against a faint green glow. The navigation lights at the wingtips bobbed like buoys as the airframe churned its way through the jet stream—the plane settling into a soothing rhythmic motion. It’s not lost on me that I can drive to the airport and board a flight to most anywhere in the world whenever the chance arises. But, the reality is it doesn’t happen that often. When it does, I’m always pleased to find that the sense of adventure—the rest of the world—was never really that far away, after all.”