It all started in 5th grade when the teacher passed out the geography books. There were pictures of Red Square, Big Ben, the Taj Mahal. I was fascinated. In high school a couple friends and I climbed in my car and drove from fridged Minnesota to sunny San Diego. My mom said 'don't you go into Mexico.' But we did. Sorry Mom. In 1980 I broke my ankle and couldn't waterski so I went hitchhiking around the western USA; 52 rides, 5000 miles on $80. I lived in Grenoble, France in '84 and '85; skiing, partying, and pretending to go to school. I travelled around Europe, and against my mom's wishes, visited the USSR. I travelled around the world in 1989, spending a lot of time in India and China. Six months in South America in '91 and '92. Africa in '97. In the summer of 1998 I drove an old van from San Diego to Minnesota, picked up my mom and my brother, and we continued on to Alaska. (you're welcome Mom) They flew back to Minnesota and I drove that van back to San Diego. 11,000 miles.Later in '98 I went to Bali where I met my wife. We go back to see the family as often as we can. We have two beautiful kids and now my dreams focus on watching them exploring the world. We went to Mesa Verde last week. Hope to see you all somewhere on the road.
My Favorite Places:
Bali, Baja, Patagonia, Kruger, Colorado, China, Nepal, California, France, and my mom's house come to mind.