I went on a wander and tried to figure out what I was doing there. Here’s day 1 of learning what it means when people say, “It’s Your Camino”
	It’s April, and things are blooming.
	I got a Do Over and I loved every minute of it.
	Now, more than ever, it’s time to remember that Democracy is not a spectator sport.
	There is no picture to go with the Sound of Silence.
	Back on Orcas, out in the woods, feeling the difference between dragging and hauling you know what.
	People keep asking me if I’m committing to LA. I just realized what eternal commitment to this town means when I visited Hollywood Forever.
	My first urban love affair – and maybe my only – is with San Francisco. I left my heart there.
	I start work tomorrow. Looks like the jig is up (for now).
	An unexpected trip to DC has me contemplating dating and the herd mentality.
	Bessie finally drove off into the sunset last month.
	My memory of Bodie is of the wind, and the wood.
	I’ve gone to my happy place, and it’s full of Hello Kitty.
	Seven Steps to a Better Road Trip
	The importance of feeling small.
	For Passover, a story of exodus.
	Finding my inner Jew, I mean joy
	Digging in to holding still is just as exhausting as we all predicted it would be.
	Today is my one month LAAnniversary, and I’m really not sure what I’ve been doing all this time.
	What is left when gratitude isn’t enough?
	Road kill of a different kind.
	This time, go THAT way.
	The mundane importance of flying a kite.
	This one time, in America…
	Refocusing on domestic modes of travel, and long, reliable steeds.
	I’m on my way back to the States, and the only thing that keeps going through my head is, “I want ALL the adventures!”
	In the Gold Coast town of Tarifa, the wind blows away anything you don’t need.
	Sevilla, la baila, shopping, and the meaning of memory.
	The challenge with ending a trip like this is learning how to make the familiar, unfamiliar.
	I’m on the road again, and it feels just like going home.
	You think I’ve been on vacation for the last six months, but I’ve actually been doing some very intense New Math.
	I used to think I knew where I was from. Then people started asking me.
	You think you know Yoda?
	You think you know Van Gogh?
	I fell in love with Kenya for all the wrong reasons
	This is a story about a girl, who went out to see the world.
	Sometimes the irritating constant stream of tourism logistics take a surprising turn for the better. Here’s one of those times.
	My brief experience as an unquiet American in Vietnam.
	Sometimes I realize what we think is our new experience is just a little bit of history repeating
	I can’t travel around the world without a report on the Happy Room.
	I was almost the Bandit of Bagan. Almost.
	Myanmania has struck, and everyone’s flocking to be first.
	Contemplating being Business Classy while continent-hopping.
	How to Have An AdventurePart IPart IIPart III
	You can’t fight the romance – or the urge to climb – in the train cemetery
	Catch me if you can: to help you, here’s a rough outline of where I’ll be.
	Even in Parque Tayrona, there is nothing but the heat.
	In Bogota, there is something of military interest to even the most pacifist among us. Fun and guns for everyone!
	A gentler truth
	Well, here I am….terrified and learning to love it.
	I’ve been spending time in Heaven on Earth, which is making me think a lot about what, exactly, heaven is.
	It’s the state with everything – dioramas, drills, crazy rain storms and the Crazy Woman River. What’s not to love about Wyoming?
	I’m chasing my ancestors down the path of their history, backwards through the towns they settled along highway 42 in Oregon.
	Walnut Canyon looks like nothing coming in: a highway exit outside of Flagstaff, a quick sharp turn and the road becomes small, quiet. High, arid mountain scenery. Smell of rain coming in. You get out of your car, walk to the edge, and it falls before you.
	A guy should really buy you a stiff drink before he pulls you onto his lap and straps on a harness. That’s what I’m thinking.
	What’s a traveler to do when it’s time to say Goodbye to Good Gear? I wasn’t prepared to investigate this quite so early in my trip, but here goes…
	Tomorrow, I will watch Dallas fade in my rearview mirror for the last time as a resident. How am I feeling? Find out here.
	What do you learn when you take all your belongings and put them in storage? Find out here.
	Out the empty highway, Marine recruitment billboards proclaim, “We don’t take applications, we take committments.”   Read more…
	When the time came to quit my job, I wasn’t sure a radical approach was what I wanted, despite being a lefty. So what did I do? Read more…
	How do you measure an experience? Read about why this blog is Worth Packing In  Read more…

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