Author & Adventurer

For Anne Batterson, adventure is not just about adrenalin, not just about exploring new territories, it’s about overcoming the numbing circuitries of everyday life; it’s about experiencing the unbound reality of our lives on this planet as it travels through uncharted space. For Batterson, writing, the greatest adventure of all, is the way she gets to experience this reality for at least several hours every day.

“The Albatross That Waits”

A Coming of (old) Age Adventure

My decision to sail across the notoriously treacherous Drake Passage to Antarctica on a 56’ sloop with seven people (two of them children who lived on the boat) was as turbulent and exciting as a dare. It was not until David and I were saying goodbye to friends and family that we learned many of them thought the journey was ridiculously dangerous. I suspect they also thought we were in denial about growing old. Maybe this was true, but to me it had more to do with staying fully alive. At seventy-one, I was eager to make peace with my aging body, not to mention my unruly spirit during these final decades of my life.

“Anne Batterson has always thrived on adventure and anticipation, living her life as if it were “a never-ending series of intriguing chapters, each one more compelling than the last. In each of these–skydiving champion, commercial pilot, single mother of two, teacher, trekking guide in Nepal, political activist, rock climber, and a charmed second marriage to an tall, strong and gentle Episcopal priest, she found ways to stretch her abilities and her nerve. But when she reached her mid-fifties, she began to feel as if all the doors in her life were closing, and no new ones were opening up. This happened slowly, after the last of her parents died, and the children’s rooms had become “clean and still except for the gauzy curtains lifting and falling in the long afternoons like huge silent lungs.” When her husband David suddenly announced that he wanted to retire early, the realities of the “final chapter” loomed before her like a death sentence. It was and appalling confrontation, so much so that when a long skein of migrating geese passed by overhead presenting an altogether a new doorway, Batterson packed up her vintage VW bus and set off by herself to follow the migrating birds.”

-Scribner Press Release

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