Thirty — four years ago today, I was flown in a King Air fixed-wing aircraft to Musiara in the Masai Mara to lead my first-ever safari group. They had disembarked from a cruise ship docked on the Indian Ocean — a group of wealthy senior citizens eager to explore the world. I was tasked with leading them on a two-day safari, using a fleet of ten five-seater Cessna 404s.
A week later, I returned to Musiara to guide a private safari for an 82-year-old widower traveling alone for 16 days. The striking commonality between the two experiences was that neither the group nor the solo traveler sought the beach. They longed for immersion in the wilderness and the awe-inspiring beauty of wildlife in its natural habitat.
As a landlocked…











