A Blissful Nomad

I once was called a militant monk... by a monk, I'll take it.
Growing up, my father was a teacher. My brother, sister and I were fortunate, in that, every summer, we traveled, covering many thousands of miles. My father had the heart of a Nomad.
We traveled in a camper, backpacking, camping, taking trips with mules carrying our gear and sailing off the coast of California. We have seen the world in so many different ways.
I grew up riding horses and motorcycles, sleeping in tents, and seeing the sun rise sitting on a mountain top while hunting deer with my Dad. This all taught me to love the wind in my hair and the sun on my face.
Please visit the YouTube channel, subscribe, like, and follow. I hope as I grow as a vlogger/film maker, I can show viewers something new and tell a good story.
And perhaps, soon I’ll realize my dream of living on a sailboat, traveling the world meeting good people and loving it all.
I once was called a militant monk... by a monk, I'll take it.