http://www.trekfeet.com The blog I started to avoid "unsubscribe" responses to my mass emails. Wed, 19 Aug 2009 02:32:36 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en In the interest of keeping things fresh and driving you crazy with yet another travel blog destination, I'll be keeping track of our upcoming trip to Cambodia on www.trekfeet.tumblr.com . This blog is great when we have the time / fast internet connection to support longer posts with a lot of ... http://www.trekfeet.com/?p=100 If you've an inkling to see more pictures from my last trip (a brief felony-on-the-lam like streak through Guatemala and a week in Honduras) they're up in my handy new gallery in which you can not only live to regret ever saying "Hey - when do we get to ... http://www.trekfeet.com/?p=98 There are two ways to tell any story. At least. I could present you with half the cards in my hand and you would see only a tale of Central American adventures. I'd tell you of New Years Day morning, when I wandered out of a drowsy mountain town to ruins ... http://www.trekfeet.com/?p=79 Soon I will regale you with stories - adventure yarns of painful journeys up jungle mountains and glorious summits in the coldest hours of dawn. But for today, I'm going to level with you. I'm sick as a dog from some unknown but surely delicious meal and either the mountain descent left ... http://www.trekfeet.com/?p=64 It's that beloved time of year again, in which we impulsively cobble together travel plans, purchase procrastinated tickets and dump all the sensible and exotic contents of our combined backpacking arsenal in the middle of the living room floor. Head lamps.  Mole skin.  Thermal long underwear. Bolivianos, West African Francs, Thai Bahts. ... http://www.trekfeet.com/?p=62   Six Thanksgivings ago, I spent the holiday week with her.  We ate Taco Bell because no one was around to tell us not to. We took long drives in her new car, pretending it was only to admire the mountains, forgetting our destination was the oxygen wholesaler. We sat in the ... http://www.trekfeet.com/?p=58 I’ve been thinking lately about purpose and passion. About whether what we do defines us and if we have an obligation to choose a life and all its actions as if it does. Largely, that question bellows out at work – an area over which it seems I am always struggling to ... http://www.trekfeet.com/?p=52   These days just kill me.  Energy clusters and crouches in my legs like unspent dynamite and suddenly I am 10 years old again and I think I could run for miles, blinded by whipping hair and sunshine.  Smiling so hard it is deafening. This weather - this irrepressibly optimistic, invincible sun and ... http://www.trekfeet.com/?p=48 After a bus ride from Hong Kong to mainland China, I hopped a teeming two night/three day train through some astoundingly beautiful countryside – steep valleys sloping down to river beds and yawning wet fields, sheer cliffs pierced with the glowing caves of workers camped down for the evening. ... http://www.trekfeet.com/?p=45 I took a long walk through the snowy city this morning. Out into the still finale of a night's downfall and through the abandoned streets as the storm got its second wind and pooled on my cheek bones.          I know conventional wisdom awards the country a monopoly on solitude and peace.  But I ... http://www.trekfeet.com/?p=38