“For your travels and adventures,” wrote my mother on the inside cover of my first journal. The six-year-old lopsided descriptions of “prity montins” that follow reveal early symptoms of the travel writer’s bug. My handwriting may not have improved much, though as the current Communications Liaison for an environmental state agency I like to think that my writing and spelling has had better luck.
The persistent bugger latched deep within my spirit, and for the last five years I’ve lived and traveled around the world working in outdoor and environmental education. An ever-growing collection of journals and blog posts keep me connected to friends and family around the world.