As a kid, I loved reading books about mountaineers and sailors. The fact that I was born on Explorers Day, and was named after a viking did not go unnoticed by my school mates, either. And while we loved spending time in the wild, rather than exploring, we were often lost.
So returning from an excursion after having ( percieved to have) been attacked by coyotes, tarantulas, and rattlesnakes, and having gotten terribly lost which made me get home late, my grandfather William Wartenweiler, gave me a gift with which I would never get lost again. He was always making things out of leftover scraps of wood or other materials, and he took some leftover paper and folded them into quarters, sliced the fold with a pocket knife, and stapled them together. Then he said, with his thick Swiss accent, “if you take this notebook with you, you won't be lost, you’ll be exploring.”
From that time forward I knew the difference between exploring and being lost. Its a notebook.