Da Da Ta Da – Da Da Ta Da. Wedding Bells rang on Chapel Island, as Christen Higby became Mrs. John Adolfi, my helpmeet, on August 17, 1996. After a brief engagement, we spoke our vows among the sparkling lakes of the Adirondack Mountains. Another four years would pass before I would challenge my new bride’s security by suggesting such a huge project called Bibleland.
Still, the Bible Museum idea was tucked safely in the back of my mind while the unsuspected beginning stages of my mid-life crises expressed itself by visiting one of my many childhood hobbies. But unlike my past, with unfinished skills and projects, I vowed to do something spectacular with this one. I was about to become a Treasure Hunter.
As with anyone prone to extremism, several thousand dollars were invested in metal detection equipment as I contemplated where to search next for the proverbial golden carrot. 1997 was a good year, finding several hundred coins. The following year shallow water hunting increased my booty to 167 rings and thousands of coins. But this was not enough! Furiously trying to find more, 1999 saw 188 rings added to my growing hoard. Can you feel the fever? My brow was sweating, as I become a certified scuba diver, allowing me greater access to the more elusive, bigger treasure underwater.
Where would this journey lead? Where would it end? My time was consumed; my emotional energy channeled, as still more equipment was purchased with no end in sight. A simple childhood hobby was now an obsession. Because every desire was being swallowed up by gold fever, Bibleland had to wait. Thankfully like most obsessions this one would run its course. Could Bibleland capture my heart and send my golden mistress home when it seemed like treasure hunting and I were just getting warmed up?
In the next blog, watch as Bibleland peaks through the curtain sending a NEW jewel to compete with OLD treasure.