There are those among you who believe that wanderers are lost souls. On the contrary, we are explorers. Discoverers. Seekers. Lovers of beauty and adventure.
We go for the sake of going, to feel the sting of hot summer sun on our faces and hear the howling wind in high branches on cold autumn evenings, to know tall mountain peaks and valleys lower than we could have imagined before we stood on their edges and gazed out over their wide expanses.
We go to meet colorful characters along the way, descendants of priests and nomads, shamans themselves, dreamers and keepers of the world’s sacred places.
We know loneliness and exhilaration, peace and wonder at the marvels of time and age, art and nature. We have seen them with our own two eyes.
We set out when we feel the pull of the unknown, the far-off, the unimagined. We long to pack into this lifetime more than is possible, to see it all. It is a quest never finished, not realized, a quest for the sake of forever questing. It ends in us only with our last breaths and continues in the travelers we have taught and inspired.
Not all who wander are lost. We are brave souls, archivers and aficionados, living our dreams, following a call from deep within. We beg of you, each and every last one, “Now is the time. The world is a magical place laid out before you. What’s your adventure?”