Roads Less Traveled

If you’ve been reading my blog, you know that I travel a lot. Enough, at least, I think, to appreciate what makes America such a great place to live when compared to the rest of the world. And by that I mean, how easy and convenient our country is for the average citizen. I am not talking about nebulous and unmeasurable concepts like freedom and opportunity here. I’m talking about the things that make your day-to-day life easier, like:

A flock of sheep is heading my way on the trail of Tequile Island (in the middle of Lake Titicaca), and there’s nowhere to go. Walls to the left of me, walls to the right. I decide to take a picture. That’s when the trouble starts. Continue reading →

I am standing in the Sun Gate high above Machu Picchu, but all I see is fog. I got here by climbing an hour at 8,500 feet elevation, so my knees are both rubber, I am sweating profusely, and I am certainly glad I paid for the emergency Medevac insurance. Slowly, the fog lifts, and the ancient city mystically appears in the distance. Continue reading →