The myth of the wild is pervasive, especially in North America. Everywhere you go, people have been there. Even on a seemingly uninhabited swath of sand, there are denizens. There is no virgin land, there is no virgin art. Everything is a remix. It's new in your imagination, but only because you can't see the tracks anymore. The most you can do is discover things new to yourself - and that's a tall enough order.
I come from Tennessee. I live on stories about Earth History in any shape and on every scale.
Where I am :
2007 | May-June : New Zealand, Fiji | July : Western United States | August - September : Morocco | September-November : Germany | December : Scotland || 2008 | January - April : Madagascar | April - May : Germany | May : Trans-Siberian Railway | May-July : Mongolia | July-August : Home via Seattle and the West again. | September- December : Sewanee || 2009 | January- April : Sewanee | April - May : Madagascar | May - July : Sewanee | July : Belize | August : West North America | September - May : New Zealand. | 2010 - June : US West | July : Home, TN.
don't go too quickly from missing to presumed dead.