The Call of Haida Gwaii

I have read two books more than once—Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne and a double feature of The Call of the Wild and White Fang by Jack London. Both take me to incredible places.  Both make me dream.  For this, my sixth trip to Haida Gwaii, an archipelago some 30 miles west of British Columbia, I packed the Jack London.  It seemed fitting for the long flights across Canada.

What started four years ago as no more than map dots and curiosity has turned into a personal and professional journey.  It’s taken me into the woods where black bears roam, inside ceremonial long houses, onto sprawling beaches, and into the home of a Haida chief and his family, with whom I’ve shared stories, laughs, and tears.  Because of this journey, with a little luck and lots of help, travelers with Lindblad Expeditions and National Geographic can visit these islands on voyages from Seattle or Alaska.  In turn, the people of Haida Gwaii get to meet curious travelers capable of visiting without taking, of transiting without tarnishing their sacred view.  Ensuring that it all works to plan keeps me up at night.

But now it's time to read.  As I do, I am surprised by seemingly new passages, images previously unseen, an eloquence that escaped me, the wheeler dog, Dave, and the sadness I feel when he has to be shot. (“Something was wrong inside, but they could locate no broken bones.”)  I look out the window, distracting myself from the dogs and old fortune seekers.

A blanket of low lying clouds covers the landscape, broken only by the tallest mountain peaks.  The clouds ripple in the distance, shades of blue growing increasingly lighter.  Up here, everything is sun kissed and beautiful. The man in front of me takes pictures out the window.  My thoughts are anchored below the clouds, where two ships are seeking shelter from 40-knot winds and eight foot seas in the Inside Passage.  They are scheduled to arrive to Haida Gwaii in two days with a few stops in between.  They’ve already emailed for advice on alternate plans.

I am there and I am here, at the same time, reading, watching, wondering.

By the time Buck works his way from stolen pampered dog to sled team member to leader of the pack I am reading faster.  My heart picks up pace with the dogs. “There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life,” it reads.

…and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive. This ecstasy, this forgetfulness of living, comes to the artist, caught up and out of himself in a sheet of flame; it comes to the soldier, war-mad on a stricken field and refusing quarter; and it came to Buck, leading the pack, sounding the old wolf cry, straining after the food that was alive and that fled swiftly before him through the moonlight. He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back in to the womb of Time. He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that is was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultant under the stars and over the face of dead matter that did not move.

Most days I do not feel this stir from my work.  I want to feel it.  I dream of it.  At times I feel the light breeze of it.  Most days though I sit at my desk and type away at my computer.  Excel sheets fill the screen, meetings overlap, headaches grow like the weeds in my garden.   I think about the wild places this work has taken me—Alaska, Central America, Newfoundland—and I am grateful.  Still, I torment over details, marketing, sales.  I am tethered to my cell phone.

Returning to Haida Gwaii forces me to feel the surge of life, the tidal wave of being.  All that we have planned could break loose at any moment.  The waves could rise, a passenger could fall ill, a simple yet important email could have gone unnoticed.  Or, the plan could simply turn out to be a bad one.  It terrifies me.

At the same time, there is no better way to be reminded that the work matters.  The work is real.  The work can change people.  I'll be selfish and say that Haida Gwaii has maybe changed me most of all.  The rewards have been greater, more surprising, and longer lasting than any others in my career.  I have to return here to feel whole.

And would you look at that? Out the window the clouds are breaking.  The tiny islands of Haida Gwaii dot the steely gray waters below. Each holds within them all the wild nature one could ever need.  It’s still misty but mist is OK.  The weather should clear enough for safe passage.

I turn back to the book. 

“He did not know why he did these various things. He was impelled to do them, and did not reason about them at all.”

The "Just go!" Manifesto

There’s the blogger girl, the travel hack genius and the wandering nomad whose life you really want, the couple who sells everything and hits the road, the fearless adventurer, and the people who know exactly what to order at that amazing restaurant in Marrakesh. 

I love these people.  They inspire me.  But I'm not them. 

I’m the “just go” guy. 

So, should I go to Barcelona or Beijing? 

I’m not that guy either. 

I’m the “just go” guy.

Well, then what good are you?

I think a lot of good.  Because since studying abroad and throughout a 15-year career in international education and expedition development, I’ve learned that every trip is life changing.  It's not always what you seek, but you gain something from every new adventure, near or far.  And 99% of all trips end before they even start. 

Let me reiterate: 99% of life-changing trips end before they even start.

So, while I’ll gladly recommend other people who can help you finance your trip, save money while you’re there, or tell you where to go and where to avoid, I will focus on getting you out the door.  

When I graduated college, a brutal case of mono laid me out for weeks.  I became so gripped by a post-grad depression that I couldn’t see myself doing anything.  Then a door opened—a call from a friend and the opportunity to work aboard a small cruise ship.  I wavered for a while, but eventually disregarded my disdain for The Love Boat and sudden-onset muteness when placed in front of groups.  I became obsessed with the opportunity to travel, and of seeing Bora Bora in particular. 

I went for it not knowing where I’d go, who I’d travel with and, frankly, how the hell I was going to do it.  

While the destinations themselves offered opportunities for adventure, the surprising value came from my passengers, groups of retirees who lived like it was the last trip they would ever take.  These incredible people helped me see into the future, to mine the qualities that make for a great life, which I strive for (then fail at and strive for again) every day.  They are the inspiration that helped to write my free download, 6 Ways to Find Happiness on the Horizon (Lessons from My Year at Sea with Retired America), which you receive when signing up for the monthly travel inspiration email (details below). 

See, I wouldn’t achieve my goal of visiting Bora Bora by ship until 12 years after I set out.  In that time, I worked to send college students on international internships and developed expeditions in Alaska, British Columbia and Central America for Lindblad Expeditions and National Geographic.  I’ve been able to do and see so much more than Bora Bora (which is amazing, btw!) all because years ago something inside me said, “Just go!”

Now, if the only thing I ever did for you was to say the same, I’d be pretty easy to say, “Ummm, no,” to.  And it would be annoying as hell.  So, what I really want to do with this site is help produce in you a "why" so strong that going is easier than staying put.  

 I’ll do this by sharing:

-        Stories of my experiences, the lessons gleaned from those I’ve traveled with, stories of others who who've gone on a journey and returned with valuable info

-        Curated news stories of awesomeness all around

-        A podcast/blog featuring interviews with successful people from all walks of life who share how a particular trip helped to shape them into the person they are today (coming soon)

-        Reading suggestions, folks to follow, and quotes that deliver as much wisdom as a 300-page book (I will also recommend some 300-page books)

You can find it all on this site and by signing up for the monthly email.  I hope the information it contains opens up your world and provides valuable and applicable insights for your next trip, whether it's to Bora Bora or a place a town over that you always pass by.  Every day can be an adventure. 

Thank you so much for visiting my site and reading this manifesto.  I look forward to connecting. 

Marc

“20 years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”

— Mark Twain