I grew up either traveling or receiving postcards from my dad and granddad from far-flung places like Angkor Wat, The Great Wall of China and the Pyramids of Egypt. They were both adventure travelers long before the expression became popular. When I used to play the game, Where in the World Is Carmen Sandiego, I wonder if they modeled the game after my dad and I knew that traveling was ingrained into my DNA.
My first adventure was hiking part of the Pacific Crest Trail, an arduous experience, long before GPS and Smartphones, so I only have a few pictures. What I remember most was running out of food a day before I planned to resupply at a ranger station some 30 miles down the trail. Obviously, I didn’t starve, but it was a long, cold, hungry night and I learned a lot about being prepared from that experience.
NOTE: I’m not sure this is still in print, but I read about the joys of only walking and what to pack for the journey from “The Complete Walker,” by Colin Fletcher.
One of my most memorable trips as a young adult was Santa Caterina monastery and climbing Mt. Sanai (yes, that Mt. Sanai). The trip was my first time out of the country, and I was accompanying my dad as he made a documentary about Israel and some of its history. We’d spent several days in Jerusalem, then chartered a small plane for the trip to Saint Catherine’s Monastery, now that was indeed adventure travel. The Israeli pilot landed the aircraft on a very primitive landing strip, and we were met by an old rickety bus which drove us to the monastery, run by Greek Orthodox monks who lived a very basic life of prayer and meditation. What I remember most was the room of skulls and the chiseled stone stairs leading to the top of Mt. Sanai. I did the climb with a guy I’d met who was backpacking through Israel, adventure travel in its more basic form. There was a small stone building on the top, a place to spend the night, meditate and pray. When a thunderstorm blew through the area, one could feel the power of the elements and imagine what it might have been like thousands of yers ago when Moses walked down to the waiting Isralites
That trip ignited what was already inside, a love for travel and adventure that would carry me through the years. Home again the USA, I knew I had to have a career that allowed me to travel and explore, to see the far-flung exotic places of the world and this website is a small tribute to that adventure, from years ago.
My dad is gone now, but his spirit lives on as I write about some of the places he’d visited. Today, visiting Angkor Wat, or other off the beaten path places, are much easier than in my dad’s and granddad’s day, but the quest for adventure remains true.
I want to encourage anyone who is reading this, to get up, get’off the couch and heads out the door for the adventure of a lifetime. We live on a small planet, but it is unique and the only one, in this era, that we can explore. I’m hoping you’ll enjoy reading some of the articles about my travels and let them be an inspiration for your own.