"Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right. I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles- a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other- that kept me going. " I read those words from Hunter S. Thompson when I was in high school and I instantly knew what I wanted to do.
I took my savings from 3 summers of work and embarked on a journey around North America with three friends in a 1979 Dodge Glendale Motorhome. We were on the road for 4 months before I came home, lost my Mom to cancer, and could think of nothing more than getting out there again- but for longer and farther than before. I'm 38 now. The world has changed a lot in the twenty years I've been exploring it. I aim to share some of my favorite experiences about it here and to connect with those fellow seekers out there.