i travel. my world is based on this one thing. i align all my priorities around it. even when i was flat broke, even when i was deep in life’s lamoca, i traveled.
above is my national parks passport book, a thing another traveler told me about back in 2001. yes, i am that guy. i take this with me on trips and get my little stamp and am giddy every time. every. time.
when i met phil and realized it was serious, i sat him down for “the talk”. “i travel,” i said, “i travel and i will travel without you if you can’t go. i want you to come along, but if you can’t go, i will send you postcards, and know that i will travel.”
12 years, 47 states, and 39 countries later, he still takes me to the airport, wishes me a good time, and sends me loving texts on the road.
i travel. i always know what the next trips are and i always know i’ll be going somewhere soon. this is not to say i don’t love home, because i love my home. travel is not an escape. travel is another home. it is the natural extension of my everyday life.
the thing i like best about traveling, and this is weird i know, is seeing the quality of light. seeing the way the light falls on a place, the way the sun is at its angle there. to know that it’s the same sun, and this is how it is here.
i don’t have an ultimate “must do” travel list. a road trip in my own state is as wonderful as backpacking through eastern europe. it’s not about the exotic or the extreme. for me it’s simply the exploration of something i’ve not seen before, a place i’ve not been, a quality of light.
so travel. more than a destination. not about a vacation. and always where this trip chick is home.
how i feel about hiking. cheers.