Last Thursday's blog "Not Dead. Not Done."...generated an email that nudged my heart. I've read it five times. Dear Shawn, It is thanks to you that I have not rolled over thinking I was dead. I started walking last year. I only could walk a little ways down the road...

I walk every day. But now...I'm getting ready to really get my walk on. For those who have opened Extra Mile Thursday for a while, you know I'm not one to shy away from adventures far bigger than me. And as soon as the coast is clear, I'm gonna' walk across country...

I've pedaled a bike acrossNevada on Interstate 80. Two times. The 411 miles across Nevada's I-80 is one of those rare places where a bicyclist can legally pedal on the big road because there is not a suitable alternative. On a bike, the route is not for the faint of...

The second that the thought hits me...I grimace. I cringe. I swear. "I went the wrong freakin' way." In walking across seven countries, the words and I have met a few times. In the fading daylight in Spain and Portugal...I missed seeing yellow arrows that would've...

I left for the long day's walkbefore the sun had even met the morning sky. I was in Spain walking the Camino de Santiago. My day's goal was to push my legs 23 miles further down the trail.It's where I'd find my next bed. It was also the furthest I'd ever tried to hike...

When life gives you lemons... make Whiskey Lemonade.   Well...that's how the saying goes for me with this story. I was hiking a couple hundred miles of the John Muir Trail with a buddy. It was bear country and, of course, we were carrying food on our backs. To...