I like to travel. I haven't always been this way; for the first part of my life I rarely wanted to leave home and all its comforts because I'd go somewhere and then never know what to do with myself there. (Drawbacks of being a shy, self-contained person and all that.)

But in 1996 I hit the road for a life-changing experience, spending 3 months traveling from place to place on the North American continent - Alaska, Nevada, the southwestern desert, British Columbia - camping out in a different spot every night and doing more living, more experiencing, more plain ol' being than ever before. After that trip, things just kind of fell into place. I needed, I realized, to see more of the world. And I have.

In the years since my epic 96 road-trip I've structured my life to accommodate my desire to move about freely. Not having a career helps; so does being part of the Burning Man scene, which is dedicated as much to mobility as it is to every other kind of freedom. My camping gear is always ready to be retrieved from my closet at a moment's notice and piled into the back of whatever vehicle is going to take me out on the road, away from home, and into the rest of the world.

On my 1998 trip to Nepal - to date, my only major trip outside of the US - I kept a travel journal for the first time ever. Since that trip, I've become a dedicated chronicler of all aspects of my life. Learning how to set things down on paper has made an incredible difference in my ability to deeply experience my life.

I depend primarily on words to convey my experiences rather than photos. I write what I see - and, just as much, what I feel - and afterwards attempt to put it into some sort of presentable form. As a result, my travelogues are predominantly text-based, with a few (borrowed, more often than not) photos added for variety.

So: here're some parts of the turn-of-the-millenium world as seen through one American's eyes. Enjoy.