Triple Bolt Gazette

I have heard the soft calling getting louder for some time now. It started off slow and almost like a hum of an ungrounded wire. It sat just below that modern 6o hertz hum we all have got way to used to surrounding us. The land and the world were calling me back to whom I truly am. An explorer, adventurer, documentarian, and seeker of truth. Mix that with a restless mind and curious spirit and you have a perfect beacon for the call.

As the days pass, my urge to be among the rivers, lakes, mountains, and trails all while taking part in an epic adventure grows. To see strange and distant lands and eat their food and hear their sounds is becoming my oxygen.

Maybe I have seen too many movies or read too many books. Maybe I am still just trying to find my place after all these years. As of now, I do not think I know for sure what the answer is, or if there is even an answer to the call. All I am sure of is that the world is calling out to me to come see its wonders and magic in its entirety.