When you look at the number 7093 in terms of joining an organization, your first thought is "wow, that's a lot of people, I will get lost in the fray . . ."
After wishing, dreaming and drooling from afar at the adventurous souls that have joined the ranks of "Sister's on the Fly" . . I lept . . with both feet and eyes open into membership.
For a mere $60 a year, I gained entrance to a girl's only club. A "sisterhood" in the true sense of the word. “Offering empowerment and sisterhood through exceptional outdoor adventures.” Created by women, for women, and for the adventurous wanderer. Their rules are simple. "No Men, No Kids, Be Nice, Have Fun!"
Their motto is "We have more fun than anyone" . . . (I thought that was MY motto . . how marvelous to learn that sentiment is shared by MANY!)
When I joined, paid my $60, I was sent an email that said my local state "sister" would be contacting me. And yesterday, she did! I received a request for friendship on my FaceBook page wanting to add me to the private SOTF (see how I'm catching on already?) pages.
I immediately posted "Helloooo new Sisters!" . . and the even more IMMEDIATE response of about 40+ ladies just bowled me over ... many with ties to my hometown, and one included an open invite to her ranch. (I think I'm going to like these gals . . . )
I don't have a camper (yet).
I just learned how to fly fish (I'm pretty sure I'm still in the "hazardous" stage)
But, the fun part is? NONE of that matters. I find that as I age, I become even MORE adventurous and fear less. What a wonderful gift that is.
So nothing ventured, nothing gained . . . Sistahs! HERE I COME!