When you travel as much as I do, you're bound to have a few good stories. So I put pen to paper (or rather, I put finger to keyboard) so I could share some of these stories with you. Where possible, I've added appropriate photos but unfortunately many of these moments were never captured on film.

Some people are a bit skeptical about the veracity of my chronicles. Well, let's just say that each tale has an initial seed of truth. They are based on actual people I've met, places I've visited, or events I've experienced. Sometimes the seed needs a little fertilizer before it blossoms into a really good story. Other times, it needs a lot of fertilizer and I really have to shovel the ****. So yes, I do tinker with the stories to improve their narrative flow or make them a little more dramatic, but none of these are pure fiction.

Dream Vacation
In August 1998 I travelled to Hawaii. It was the 46th US state I had visited. Touring Hawaii truly was a dream vacation, but it wasn't without it's difficulties. This account details one of those tougher times.
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Of course, that wasn't the only tough night I had in Hawaii. One night I experienced a series of events so outrageous, the tale can only be told in person. I won't even attempt to write the story down because it has to be acted out. However, it is so far-fetched that most people don't believe me. As a result, I have decided to provide some photographic evidence of the major precipitating factor - My Crazy Blisters.

Some Folks Aren't At Home On The Range
In September of 1998 I embarked on a cross-country road trip in my trusty (and rusty) old cargo van. Aside from the initial goal of reaching Vancouver (accomplished after about a week), the trip had no fixed itinerary. It evolved into a long meandering odyssey around the USA. I passed through 23 states, visited lots of fascinating places, and met a myriad of interesting people. The journey provided material for countless stories but this is the first of them to make it onto paper (and the internet). This tale recounts my experiences staying on a small family ranch in Oklahoma. (The names were changed to protect everyone's identity - except mine.)
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Onward and Upward
In December 1999 I travelled to Mexico to do some mountain climbing. El Pico de Orizaba was my first attempt on a high altitude glaciated mountain. Being the stubborn individual I am, I of course climbed solo up a seldom used route rather than hiring a guide or joining a group going up the "tourist side" of the mountain. The mental and physical stress was a bit more than I expected but I lived to tell the tale.
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