Wednesday, January 11, 2012

The Next Chapter!

 After a tough Alaskan winter, four storms before January 10th, (with winds over 100 mph) record snow fall, (over 500 inches)  temperatures so low they froze the oil in my car,  and spending the holidays for the first time in my life with out my father, who passed away, my next chapter in my life's journey is approaching with more meaning and anticipation than ever.
     In one week I will head off to explore another section of this amazing planet, that I have only been to in my dreams.  Another place that has captivated my imagination, captured my curiosity , and has taken my life hostage until the ransom of experiencing them with my own eyes, is paid.

I'm looking forward to sandy beaches, amazing culture, volcanoes as far as the eye can see.  My pale  skin is looking forward to the vitamin D, every human who lives in the north desperately craves during dark long winters.  But most important, I'm looking forward to living life on the move again, to feel that rush one gets when things are new and exciting.  

   I will once again be documenting my trail with a camera and a travel blog, motivated by an ambition, an adventurous soul,  and yes my shitty spelling.  I prefer that my photographs do all the talking and be an inspiration.  My name is not Matt Foley, I'm not a motivational speaker, and I don't live in a van down by the river.  ( Visit this link if you have no idea who Matt Foley is.

 But if my blog can be the amplifier to stories in this world that are slowly being devoured by the tape worm influenced consumption of nature,  and gets people out to experience them from another view point than a cruise ship or travel show, than I think it's worth it.

I have put aside a normal life, the house, the white picket fence, the normal 9-5 job,  that people expect from someone my age.   Turning 30 this year only makes me more motivated than ever to keep traveling.  
With each journey, I collect memories and experiences, like falling snow flakes, on my porch,  as deep as the snow in the small Alaskan fishing town of Cordova.

I had to watch for the last four years as my father slowly died.  Old age, a suffocated soul form working most of his life,  a failing body from years of impact being a football player,  and finally a few strokes, extinguished the flame.

 I was there by his side when his heart stopped beating.  I had just returned from being on a fishing boat for 5 weeks.   I even tried in vein to bring him back, no son should ever have to do this.  Every passing second seeming to take an hour, as the paramedics were on their way.  Every breath of mine reminding me of a lack of breath by him, and the sand in the hourglass slowly drained.

  For years my father lectured me into training harder, push yourself to the limits, get yourself into the best physical shape possible, and live life to the fullest.   While his physical existence in this world is gone, his voice will forever be heard.

We all have a sense of adventure in all of us.  Feel free to follow me as I try my best to bring a voice to places around the world.   To fuel the explorer in yourself and hopefully each blog posted,  motivates you to discover the voice in your own soul that is trying to communicate with you.

Some of the places I will visit I can't tell you where I am.   So I have decided to write this journey without names and locations.   Leaving only my adjectives, metaphors, description of them to paint a picture of where I am.  I believe this fuels people more than showing you a google map and a big flag, and a list of how to get there and where to go.  The excitement of adventure, isn't to be told where to go and what to see, it's reading a description of a place somewhere in this world and then trying to find it on your own.      I hope you enjoy. 

1 comment:

  1. Beautifully said and inspiring. I like to see the world through your window.