Random thoughts on life as a full-time traveler.

The Road Trip

I think of camping as the epitome of the simple life. Me. Under the stars. A distant cowboy singing, “Git along little dogies.” It’s tar-black coffee poured from an enameled pot. A fiercely independent act which makes no concessions for… Read More ›


In 1809, Meriwether Lewis shot himself in a boarding house 70 miles shy of Nashville, Tennessee. He was heading home to what is now my home, Charlottesville, Virginia. Three years earlier, he and his partner, William Clark, had returned from… Read More ›