I have a few days back in my hometown of Melbourne, Australia. It’s been nearly 20 years since I lived here. Somethings have changed, some haven’t. I know I sure have. Could I ever call it home again?
I’m on the road again after taking nearly six months off from travel. The energy simply wasn’t there any more. I need the break more than I realized. It scared me. Travel defined so much of who I am. Would I even know myself without it? I’m glad I took the time to recharge. The draw for adventure and new experiences is back. I feel alive again.
I thought I was done with traveling. I was burnt out and had self-improved a travel hiatus. For the past three months, I had barely traveled more than 200 miles away from my home in San Francisco.
Mornings are hard for me. Just like hiking, you have to let the trail guide you.
I once read a quote that the hardest thing in life is change. It’s not the change which is the hardest though, it’s the resistance of that change.
The terrible Camp Fire in Northern California had blanketed San Francisco in thick smoke. In an attempt to escape the unhealthy conditions, we headed to the Eastern Sierras for a road trip.
Bhutan, the land of the thunder dragon, is a beautiful, and largely unexplored by tourists. Riding a classic motorcycle is the best way to see this magical country.
A few years back, when walking the Camino de Santiago, I had Yesterday, by The Beatles stuck in my head for days. I ended up writing a Camino inspired version.
It’s been years since I’ve taken a road trip down HWY1. Why did I wait so long?