I went for a walk yesterday. Brought the dog with me. It was warm, too warm for Vermont in early March. I thought about that. (Fucking El Nino.) I thought about how I should be writing for this site more often. (Fucking cliché.) And I thought about how much Churchill, my 80-pound yellow Labrador, could be an Olympic luge rider as I watched him slide down a ribbon of snow on his back. (Just plain awesome.)

At no point during my walk did I think I should keep walking to, say….oh, California. Nor did I think that once I got to California, I should hook a right, head up to Alaska, thumb it across the Bearing Straight, and then walk across Siberia. And if Siberia got too chilly, I could always just stroll down to Mongolia; maybe play hide-and-seek with some drunken tribal horsemen. No, I did not think such thoughts. I actually had no idea that someone might actually think like that. But apparently some people, or at least one person, does.

Sarah Marquis has spent the last few years walking around the world. She’s walked across, up and down the U.S., trekked the Andes and Alps, and skipped through New Zealand. On her most recent ramble, she walked from Siberia down through Mongolia, bushwhacked through the jungles of Southeast Asia, hitched a ride on a freighter, and then walked across Australia. That jaunt took just 1,000 days, 3,000 cups of tea and eight pairs of boots. Along the way she had to dig holes in the Earth to find drinking water, caught Dengue Fever, and had a few encounters with the aforementioned drunken horsemen of Mongolia. (Side note: the Drunken Horsemen of Mongolia would be a great name for a punk band.)

When asked what the best part of her solo walkabout was, she simply replied, “The noise in my head stopped.”

A quiet mind is a great thing to seek. I just hope I can find it without the help of the drunken horsemen.