When I was growing up in the 1960s, my favorite day of the month was when the newest National Geographic magazine arrived in the mailbox. I would pore over the pages, fascinated by dramatic landscapes, vibrant cultures, and the incredible diversity of people around the world. I dreamed of visiting those places someday, eager for adventure travel experiences.
At nineteen, I took my first solo backpacking trip — nine weeks traveling through the UK and Europe. I loved every minute of it and decided that someday I would become a travel writer and photographer, sharing my adventures through travel blogging.
But life has its own timeline. By my mid-twenties I was married, had a child, and was back in school.
It wasn’t until my late thirties that I finally returned to that dream. While working in the Yukon, I found myself with several months free during the winter and decided it was time to travel again. I strapped on a backpack and headed south, spending six months exploring Mexico, Guatemala, Honduras, and Belize.
I was hooked.
Since then I’ve spent many winters traveling — usually two to six months at a time — mostly throughout Latin America, with occasional trips to Europe. I even lived in Jamaica for two winters (a story I share in my book The Sandpig and the Slippery-Headed Fish).
In 2023 I finally fulfilled another long-held dream: traveling through Africa. Over four months, a friend and I visited nine countries before continuing on to Southeast Asia for another 4 months.
And the more I travel, the more places I want to see. The world is endlessly fascinating — filled with remarkable landscapes, cultures, and people.
So join me on the journey.
"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all." – Helen Keller