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Farmers And Sailors Revisited

03/17/2018 by John Leave a Comment

What Do I Really Want?

Is it really to be a “digital nomad,” letting the wind take me to some remote corner of the world where I’ll sit in a café and work from my laptop? Or would I rather put down roots somewhere close to friends and family? The problem is I still want both.

While owning a house and living in Asheville, I thought I wanted a life on the road, one full of new places and new experiences, but now that I’ve got it, I wonder what it would feel like to settle down someplace once again? There is a part of me that treasures the routines of being in one place and having a more consistent schedule. For example, I want to run another 100-mile race, but I have not been able to develop the discipline required to train for one while moving around so much.

It’s the Farmer’s And Sailors showdown surfacing once again. Though I love the life that I have been living over the past three years, never remaining in any one place for longer than 5 months at a time, it wears on me. Just when I start to know a place, it’s time to pack our bags and move on.

I know that happiness is not a place on a map. It is instead a quality of mind that must be cultivated. Life is precious and short and so I want to be intentional about how I spend my days. How can I be a farmer and a sailor at the same time, having my routines, a community, adventure, and discovery no matter where I am or what I am doing? How can I plant my garden on a moving vessel?

Based on a journal entry from 2.12.15

Filed Under: Lifestyle, Travel Tagged With: travel, Work

Stepping Into Uncertainty

02/02/2018 by John 1 Comment

Runner crossing a prairie in The Fakahatchee Strand

Runner crossing a Fakahatchee Strand prairie.

Last year, a friend and I did a run through the swamps and prairies of Florida’s Fakahatchee Strand. The day turned into more of an adventure than we expected. About 10 miles into the wild, we left the path to take a “shortcut” cross-country to another trail. The next hour or more was spent pushing and pulling ourselves through dense foliage and skirting around the edges of areas of standing water of unknown depth and inhabitants. I never doubted that we would be able to find our way out, but the further we moved from an identifiable location, the more I worried that finding our way out would take a very long time. I find uncertainty to be anxiety producing, and this trait has come into play many times during my outdoor adventures.

Bicycling by the side of a mountain road

Our bikes on the side of the road in New Zealand.

While bicycle touring in New Zealand In 2012, I endured days of anxiety leading up to riding up Arthur’s Pass. Getting over the pass requires cycling many miles in a remote area with few services and includes lots of steep climbing. I spent a lot of time worrying that Mary and I would not be capable of making the climb and pondering whether we should skip it and take the train across the mountains. Mary was more confident in our abilities and, more importantly, secure in her faith that even if we struggled and were turned back that we would be okay.

Early in the morning, we pedaled away from the beaches of the West Coast and turned our bikes inland towards the mountains and Arthur’s Pass. At one point late that afternoon, the grade of the climb became so steep that we had to dismount and push our loaded touring bikes through a section of road with a roof that allowed a waterfall to pour over it and into a gorge. It was one of the best days of the trip. If I had not fought through my anxiety about going into the unknown that day, I would have missed out on one of the most memorable days of my life.

You can’t discover anything new without going where you haven’t been before. Sounds so obvious, but how many times do we consciously do it? Life will take you places where you have not gone whether you are ready or not, so why not practice dealing with uncertainty by intentionally placing yourself in situations where you do not know what the end result will be?

Stepping into uncertainty does not need to involve crisscrossing a swamp or bicycling across a mountain range in a foreign country. It could involve learning something new or calling a friend you have not spoken to in years. Maybe it’s deciding to approach a situation you face every day in a new way.

There is a saying we use at Outward Bound that comes up at the end of almost every course:

A ship in a harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.1

I find that this rings true. We are all ships and we have a choice. We can choose to stay safely at anchor in what we think is a protected cove, or we can head out to sea for places unknown. One choice provides a feeling of safety and comfort, while the other contains the possibility of growth and discovery. Which option to pick at any given time is situational. Sometimes we need to rest and recharge and sometimes we need to stretch our boundaries. Think about what you need right now. Make a choice.

  1. John A. Shedd, 1928 ↩

Filed Under: Lifestyle Tagged With: Cycling, running, travel

Road Weary

01/12/2018 by John 2 Comments

View of Manhattan from Long Island City, Queens

View of Manhattan from a friend’s apartment

It’s been nearly a month since we left Portland and we’ve laid our heads down to sleep in a different spot almost every night. I grow weary. I’m weary of the movement, weary of the chatter, and weary of the packing and unpacking of bags. We have one more day of this vagabond life before we get to settle like falling leaves in an apartment in Chattanooga, but what will be left of me by then?

Calling this a vagabond life makes it sound romantic, but right now it doesn’t feel that way. It’s not the motion and the living out of a backpack that is getting to me; it’s the constant flow of hellos and goodbyes, the what have you been up to’s, and a schedule that has us jumping between these interactions at a rapid-fire pace. It seems that there has hardly been an hour or more since we left Portland that the room I’m in hasn’t been filled with chatter, or barking dogs, or the drone of a television screen. It wears on me. It wearies me.

But I remind myself that our life is good. We are lucky to have the freedom to take so much time to visit and catch up with the people we love. We are fortunate that we can go such long stretches without needing to work. We are blessed to have family and friends that don’t mind having a few stray humans rooting around in their refrigerators and curling up on their floors to rest their weary heads.

Filed Under: Travel Tagged With: gratitude, travel

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