"After nearly twenty years working in emergency management - ambulance, search and rescue, structure fire, law enforcement and bush fires – assignments varying from managing aircraft on bush fires to coordinating crews in the picking-up of pieces of disintegrated space craft – the space shuttle. It was a fast-paced life, always full of excitement, never knowing where I would be next – always traveling somewhere. September 2004 – one final plane crashed into a wilderness area in the Northern Rocky Mountains. It was time for a change. I left the stresses of a fantastic job to do something different.
The Wanderer returned to his name sake and went on walkabout. A few months ago I found myself presented with an opportunity to visit Australia for a third time. I dared not pass it by. In early June just as the sun rose over the eastern hills of Perth I emerged from terminal with a pack on my back.
And now I find myself at the helm of the Ambassador Van travelling from the West into the sun towards Sydney."
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