Camel's Hump

Vermont's third highest mountain and prob. one if its most climbed due do its close proximity to Burlington VT.

Mt Marcy

This picture was taken on the way up Mt. Marcy in New York. Love it.

Traveling solo via bus.

I started traveling solo before I could drive.  

Back when I was 14 I started dating a girl who was 16.  When it came time for her to go to college I was still in High School, the only way I could visit her was by bus.  So every two weeks when I had enough saved up for a greyhound ticket I'd take the $54 4-6 hour bus ride from Keene NH to Burlington VT.  Mind you via car this trip takes less than three hours, but since it was bus I was stuck spending my Friday night with strangers from all over traveling across Vermont.

I loved it. I loved traveling solo and meeting the college kids taking the bus to Middlebury, UVM, Rutland, and all the other random places I had never had a concept of.  I met some really cute girls who I flirted shamelessly with even though they were usually a good 3-4 years older than myself.  I met people from other countries who told me stories about their homes in Qatar, Sudan, South America, where-ever.  I also met many people heading up to Montreal, French-Canadians and kids going up for a good time.

Sometimes the bus-rides were much more fun than my actual stay/visit with my then girlfriend.  

Bus rides are an amazing way to see places and meet the locals.  I met plenty of crazies who told me their life stories - from bad experiences being a life long addict or struggles with mental illness.  Or often elderly people who just wanted to talk because there was no one else who would listen.  4-6 hours of talking to new people is amazing at 15/16, I'd go back to my small high-school of 400 kids trying to communicate these new ideas and talk about the people I met but very few people understood.  It eventually just became my thing and my stories I could tell and know even if no one at that time really got it.

But yeah, that's my story for now, I have a great one about taking grey hound cross country.  Now that was an insane trip.  But that's for another day.

What dis all aboot?

Growing up in rural New Hampshire is akin to growing up in a Garden of Eden - the land is lush and beautiful, there is no dangerous wildlife, and you can roam for miles in woodland, fields, and farms meeting the other occasional wanderer.  The people are friendly and keep to themselves, it was only after I left that I realized how spoiled I was.

Upon leaving my sheltered and spoiled life in NH , I began to take trips across country -  from Yellowstone, to New Orleans (pre-katrina), to the Outer Banks, and the rivers of northern Maine.  These are the stories of those trips - all taken with spending as little money as possible.  

What is Hobo Trekking after all? Traveling cheaply and taking the roads others would rather not tred.  Enjoy.