“Not all those who wander are lost.”
-J.R.R. Tolken

I’ve been wandering now for more than 7 years.  As day three of our South
American journey is coming to an end, the light of the snow-capped Andes and
into our window is being replaced by the yellow glow of the fire.  It’s
becoming clear as I get older that my life’s journey has just begun. As time
passes, life has a way of mellowing you out.  I think that’s why people get
quieter as they age.

Travelling fast forwards maturity.  I’m not saying I’m mature,I love being
immature and having fun.  But I’ve noticed that when I’m traveling I go
through life-changing experiences every couple days.  Staying in one place
breeds a closed mind, a naïve nature, and a slow pace of maturity, at least
for me.  I’ve noticed that the times of growth in my life have involved
massive amounts of moving around, touring and traveling.  Likewise, my least
productive times have been during months of staying put.  This is exactly
why I chose to make the 7,791 mile journey from L.A. to San Carlos de
Bariloche, in the Patagonia region of Argentina.

The Patagonia region of Argentina is one of the most harsh, frigid, remote
climates in the world. Our village lies further south than the entire
continent of Africa.  Further south than Tasmania.  Dubbed the “Switzerland
of South America,” San Carlos de Bariloche is a quaint little town of less
than 200,000 people known for its snowboarding. It’s a stopping point for
budding boarders and touring professionals alike. For the rest of August and
into September, I’ll be snowboarding, playing live performances, and of
course, building the Greenhouse.   Tomorrow we begin building.  I’ll keep
you posted.  Blog three is coming, so stay put.

But not for long. Travel.  Do it.  Go.

-Marc