No reason whatsoever, Vanessa, that at 80, you can’t be planning a badass hike in the Swiss Alps, a horse back ride in Kazakhstan, a kayak trip in the Arctic. I know plenty of olders who do just that. Your wild hair never ever goes away. It might get grey, baby, but it’s still wild. Trust Me. I’m there already, not eighty, but counting. In three weeks I spend four weeks on a horse packing trip in Canada. This fall, five weeks in Momgolia. Five weeks in Africa in February. Hiking, riding, exploring. It never stops until YOU say it does, not a number. Stay wild, Vanessa. Stay wild.