When I hit fifty my face hadn't developed too many, but now at 69 and after ten years of extreme adventure travel, I have road maps everywhere. Every one of those wrinkles is testament to a mountain climbed, a horse ridden, an ocean kayaked, you name it. I've earned that face, and it tells a thousand stories about which I am extremely proud. I am beyond worrying about such things. Too much life to live to worry about wrinkles. They are part of the price we pay for being in life long enough to have rich memories.