Where does a dream begin? Is it something that is born with us, that grows in meaning as we grow in stature until it works its way from the cerebral and the hidden into our very being and purpose? Is it something that we consciously conceive and then set out to accomplish? I think a dream is a little of both of these and maybe more.

I have said before that the difference between goals and dreams is simply planning. I believe that. I believe that more people would be living more dreams if they simply planned their lives so their dreams could have a chance at becoming reality. I also believe that a lot of people in the world today don't believe in themselves, and that dreams are such an integral part of who you are that if you can't believe in yourself, you can't believe in your dreams, and you won't ever begin to form a workable plan.

There are things I have dreamed of doing all my life, and the chiefest of them is the "epic voyage" dream. I am not alone in this passion to get someplace, and then to move on to another place and another and another. Robert Service called it "The Wanderlust." I call it "Pursuit of Dragons". On mariner's charts, in the times of square rigs and unknown horizons, uncharted waters were labeled "There be Dragons." My goal is to visit those places. The dusty corners of the world where no one goes, and where the sailors feared what the sea would throw at them.

In the past I have backpacked, snowshoed, canoed and climbed through Canada's interior. I have loaded my life onto a train, and been dropped at the trickle of a stream in the remote wilds to paddle for weeks to find my way back to civilization. I have snowshoed through Algonquin park in the cold of January. I have found inner peace and been lost from the bustle of the world for brief fleeting moments, but never have I felt that my travels were enough to beat the dream of the epic adventure that lies just beneath the surface.

I hope you enjoy my journey as much as I do...