One summer at camp two years ago, I met a strange charismatic vagabond who gave me a huge green backpack under the condition that I would have to travel the world with it. However, instead of traveling the world with me, it has been sitting and stinking up a cabinet in my garage. Today I opened the cabinet, pulled the olive green heap off the top shelf, and gave that old backpack a chance to discover the world. The backpack holds all the travels I want to take, the stories I want to tell, the everyday world that I want to discover. This blog is where I can open up that old stinky backpack and take it on a journey.