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2013: The Year the Map Became the Story

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Happy Last Year / Archive 2013 2013: Happy Last Year The year the map became water: Panama, Alaska, the Caribbean, Arabia, and the accidental sailor learning to live forward. See Full Image Enter the Year Show Text The Backward View Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards. Nevertheless, next time, I will live life backwards: start out dead, get that out of the way, then finish with the fireworks. Why wait for 2020 to have perfect vision? 126 Blog posts recorded 15 Countries visited 25 Cruise ports 1 Panama Canal crossing Passage 01 Between Two Oceans The Panama Canal was more than a port call. It was a passage through human ambition: locks, water, machinery, and the audacity to redraw geography. ...

2012: Happy Last Year-Write? Right!

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World Cruise / 2011 / 365 Days / Route Archive 365 Days Around the World Once Around Without Leaving the Ground See Full Image Show Text "There is no doubt about it, the exhilarating state of mind that travel can evoke, when everything seems suddenly fresh, vivid, intensely interesting, and memorable." World Travel Archive Requested image added directly into the Blogger HTML. Journey by Numbers One Year, One Moving Map 364 Days Traveling 130+ Blog Posts 50+ Destinations 6 Continents Epic Journey Route From Pacific Paradise to African Safari to European Coasts Polynesia Australia & New Zealand Southeast Asia India & Myanmar ...

I Myth You

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Sea Years · Departure / Initiation / Return The Sea That Made Me An accidental sailor's hero's journey—from purchasing freedom by the weekend to discovering that a life can be redesigned from first principles. Begin the journey See full image ↗ The argument Departure Initiation First principles The fleet Return This is not a list of ships. It is a chain of cause and effect: one decision created motion; motion created distance; distance created perspective; perspective changed the design of a life. The old story said that growing up meant settling down, that freedom was something purchased in weekends and two-week vacations, and that age was an expiration date stamped on the body. I believed enough of that story to feel its limits. The sea did not rescue me with scenery. It confronted me with a better operating system. On a shi...