Its funny. I always just assumed I'd make this trip on a sailboat. Not even close. But yeah, until you've done it, you have no idea. The mode of travel is totally irrelevant. You all really have to just do it. What "they" all say is true. No one ever died wishing they spent more time in the office.

It is hard to believe that blog is still getting hits, and is close to passing the 400,000 mark. That blog led to another blog, which led to me writing my first book. About Sasquatch, of all things.

Did you ever wonder what your reaction would have been if, say ten years ago, someone had said "You're going to move from upstate New York to Connecticut, buy an old 47 foot trawler, dump a small fortune into it, spend a few years living aboard it while you cruise down the eastern seaboard, accumulate a pack of dogs, a few cats, a horse, and a couple of goats, and then write a book about living with Sasquatch."

Think about that. Yep. That was my reaction. Deer in the headlights. Your dog cocking his head while you talk to him... thinking that whatever you're saying must be brilliant.

But that's the reality of our existence. Life is what happens while you're making plans. God laughs at your plans.

Now, despite my best efforts to be an adult, I've been interviewed on podcasts about Sasquatches, and Pam and I are going to appear in a documentary about the famous (if you're into Sasquatch) Whitehall NY encounter to be released in April. I'm booked at a cryptozoological conference (they could at least ask me first) in New York, I've got health issues from a broken neck after maybe being attacked by a Sasquatch who whacked me with a tree... and now Jon Eisberg has passed. Yep, there is your wake up call, folks. The person who was undoubtedly the best writer, photographer, and adventurer among us is gone, and we are all the less for it. And our own time is quickly approaching. It is coming to an end. Yes mine, and yours. Sure, let's work just one more year. Let's get that extra couple of hundred bucks a month. We'll live forever.

Jon's passing hit home, as did Todd Johnson. Life is fleeting. Don't piss it away, folks. I haven't. I have the memories.