This little slice of cyberspace is for the explorers, the dreamers and the (mostly) doers who seem to have their lives together on the outside, but have a zest for life that extends beyond the comforts of home – and occasionally indoor plumbing. My travel tales are a little quirky, a little awkward, and a little bit wayward.

Welcome to
The Wayward Walrus

The Wayward Walrus was birthed through a not so healthy amount of skepticism, anxiety, boredom, and lack of attention to real life things. Then one day “If not now, then when?”  was scribbled in typewriter font across some scoffingly cliche Pinterest quote.  Yet somehow, someway those five

words struck like peanut butter in a dogs mouth. While coming to the conclusion that the notion of ready simply does not exist, The Wayward Walrus unfolded like a fitted sheet to fullfil the emerging generation of explorers refusing to live a life meant for others.

what makes a
Wayward Walrus?

  • audio explorer
  • astronaut wannabe
  • practical
  • highly caffeinated
  • sandwiches

But I have to ask, why a walrus?

The Walrus. 

While I’m fully aware I could have associated with a  more diginified animal, the walrus will always hold a special place in my heart. With ties to my prevailing childhood obsession for the The Beatles, a life lived in a constant state of awkward, and a seemingly wayward outlook to life’s shenanigans, all other names paled in comparison. And thus the The Wayward Walrus echoed like a catchy pop song you hate to love.

I could then tell you how 3 months alone backpacking in Europe changed my life. How it threw me in to the most notorious club in Berlin with an Isreali man, a stout German man and his Russian mail order bride. Or how I got lost in a Bratislavan, post-soviet, ghetto searching for a train station that didn’t exist. Or when I rock climbed alone to the top of a peak in the Slovenian Julian Alps for a view of Earth from the heavens. Or how I’ve fallen in love with the people and places along the way, that keep me craving for more.

I could tell you I grew up in Orlando surrounded by tourists and wanting nothing more than to escape. I could tell you all these things, but let’s just leave it at that and we’ll let you decide who the Walrus is.


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