musings

Sixteen years ago to the day, The intrepid adventurer Bob Robertson set out on another of his fantastic adventures. Quite a sight as he prepped his hot air balloon for trans-continental travel culminating in what he perceived to be the greatest discovery of all modern existence, although what it was he would not, or could not relate. Many a curious youth and a few condescending critics were present as he heaved the last sandbag over the side, cut his tethers and floated off into the sky.
As he departed, he gave his customary two fingered salute, and casually affixed his flight goggles to his face. as he left, he said only one thing.


"The culmination of my travels ends in the discovery that there is nothing left to discover!"




No sign of the adventurer or his multi-colored balloon has been found.