Years ago, someone told me that most people will live and die within a certain radius of where they grew up. It means that people get comfortable where they were raised and tend to stick to it.

Meanwhile, you have others who are traveling nomads and call the roads their home.

I was born and raised in my hometown for the past 23 years. I've lived in a few places nearby the general area of where my parents live, but nothing drastically far.

Hometowns give you that fuzzy feeling inside of warm memories. Remembering the streets you used to play on, the local hangouts and familiar faces that never fade away.

You'll grow older and your neighborhood might morph into something new, but your memories will always remain. It is something that will stay with you forever.

Where are you from and how long have you lived in your hometown?

It seems like everyone has something to say about travel. Some live and breathe it, others feel like it is not in their reach. However you feel about travel, there have been some great things said about it.

I love collecting quotes and writing down interesting things people say. Here are a collection of interesting travel quotes:

"Everyone has a photographic memory, some just don’t have film."

"But why, oh why, do the wrong people travel, when the right people stay at home?" More Here...

As I write this, I am sitting at the edge of an immense field with Montana's famous big skies in front of me. It is 9pm and the sun is slowly setting. I just had a delicious alfresco dinner – rabbit and bison sausages with huckleberry mustard as an appetizer, followed by a Caesar salad, and as the main course, New York steak with morel mushrooms, baked potatoes, a herb pasta and corn with collard greens. I am sipping green tea, about to switch to red wine. Hard life.

I spent the afternoon kayaking on the Blackfoot River, navigating rapids and big stones. For my first river kayak experience, I did pretty well – the boat didn't flip and despite the fact I got absolutely soaked (despite wearing a wet suit) in the white water, it was fun and thrilling.


I arrived to Montana yesterday afternoon and spent my first night in Tent City at Paws Up. It was very cold out, unusually so for the middle of July, but I was very happy under the down comforter in my king-size bed, listening to the sound of rain falling on the canvas. Yes, down comforters – and an electric blanket on top! It doesn't sound like camping, right? Well, that's because I'm glamping – glamorous camping.

What awaits me tonight are smores by the bonfire, a spot of stargazing and a sweet night in my tent. I will awake tomorrow to a fantastic breakfast and then move on to Spa Town for a yoga class. In the afternoon, I plan to go ATV-ing around some of the 37,000 acres of this humongous property. A pretty amazing couple of days.

As I sat by the river this evening, watching a bald eagle's nest in a tall pine tree on the other bank, listening to undisturbed silence, with nowhere to go and nothing to do, I fully realized the beauty of my job. What a privilege to be exactly where I am.

Have you ever been to Montana? Have you done any of the activities mentioned?