This website is already misleading and we apologize for that. It is a way to catalog our successes but it is not a complete picture of our daily existence. At first glance it seems the bulk of our lives are spent with some kind of ‘Trust Fund’ wealth and ample time to hand pick adventures. Sadly, this is not the case.
We both work normal full-time jobs requiring the standard 40+ hours of hard labor. And being the suckers we are, we also chose the non-profit world. We will be the first to tell you that no one was getting rich in our line of work and that fame and glory never happens in places like this. Mike is a refrigeration engineer for a blood bank and Shannon is a project manager for an NGO trying to improve the reproductive health of the poor, huddled masses in far off places.
But a strange thing happened. The odd escape weekend spent motorcycle camping in the mountains of Washington State started to morph; some exotic parasite was eating the parts of our brain in charge of security and stability. The trips got longer, the distance farther, until one day, after a month long haul to the Arctic Circle via the Dempster Highway, we returned home and, with hands on hips, just stared at our house from the street. At that moment all either of us wanted was a hot meal and more gas for the bikes. The gypsy parasite had completed its lifecycle leaving us same-same but different. And like the earth’s magnetic poles flipping, or animals suddenly talking in English, everything changed for us.
And our friend Danny died of cancer. Here one day and gone the next. All dreams, schemes and plans of a remarkable individual extinguished without a trace. We took heed.
The most powerful antipsychotic to treat our new condition is money and time but strangely enough the more free time you collect the less money available. One of the universal truths I guess. And so began the austerity, the sequester, the rigor and the brown bag lunches. The sale of worldly possessions was now without sentiment or loss. The more crap we got rid of the happier we became. The catalyst for the whole plan was support of family and friends as no adventure can be had with the guilt of abandoning those who love us. We want to share this journey with our collective clan, not be resented for skipping out on the check so to speak.
The formula for getting two motorcycles and a Chihuahua around the globe is relatively easy in theory but a bit lackluster in practice.
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