There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
You know, I don’t actually like the book On the Road by Jack Kerouac.
The men in the book had all given up, and traveled with a sort of hopeless desperation.
They're nothing like the traveler that I aspire to be.
But they do serve as a reminder to me, to be a different sort of traveler–
to let the road always call me, but not because I have nothing else.
The original name of this site is Nowhere to Go but Everywhere.
It's not about the hopelessness of having no where to go–
but the excitement of having everywhere to see.
I have spent the last five years traversing the world.
I've motor-biked most of Southern Asia, paraglided the Himalayas,
volunteered with lions and tigers, helped build a Buddhist monastery,
worked in a commune in Italy, hiked the Great Wall of China,
horse-trekked the northern steppe of Mongolia, herded sheep with nomads in Austria,
and spent years as a teacher in Taiwan.
These adventures define my life.
They sustain and inspire me, even in those moments when I've lost my way.
The world is big and beautiful and full of incredible moments.
I hope to share that with you, and to remind you that
there is always everywhere still to go.
My next adventure
2017 has had me in Tanzania, South Africa, and Colombia so far.
It's time to take a break, celebrate a parent's wedding and a sister's baby, and just be home with family a little while.
But don't doubt it for a minute-- itchy feet and a wondering heart will have me ready to wander again soon.