Ispent my 11th birthday in Afghanistan. It was 1975, and my mother, a big believer in travel as education, had taken me on my first of many epic trips: six weeks through India, Iran, Iraq, and the Khyber Pass between Afghanistan and Pakistan. Traveling is such an educational, humbling process, and those early trips shaped my mind-set. I’m always chasing what’s bigger, higher, faster, farther, always pursuing the next target that eludes me.
Over the years, competing as a professional surfer and windsurfer brought me to incredible places in every corner of the world, including Mexico, New Zealand, Russia, Iceland, and French Polynesia.
I’ve seen so much that eventually the novelty of travel for its own sake wore off. I still love to travel, but now it’s more about pursuing…