Nearly three years ago – a month before we left on our trip around the world – the Vogel family of Boise, Idaho, mounted their bikes in northern Alaska and headed south with one goal:  To reach the end of the earth under their own power.

Nancy, John, Davy and Daryl set their minds to pedal from the Arctic Circle to Tierra del Fuego at the bottom-most tip of South America.  While some might question their sanity, no one can doubt their courage, resolve and utter audacity.

Within the next few days – after more than 1,000 days on their bikes – they will have reached their destination.  I encourage you to read about this extraordinary family’s journey, and when you do, you will be inspired to believe this:

Anything’s possible.

The amazing “Joey L“…

And the extraordinary Trey Ratcliff.

Just 20 years old, Joey L is an incredibly gifted commercial photographer who just completed a documentary film project for National Geographic.  He began his blog post about the experience like this:

Our 4×4 is tearing down a dusty road somewhere in the South of Ethiopia. It’s all familiar. Out the window are pillars of rock and mountain, blanketed in layers by a dense sand storm in the distance.

Ryan is asleep beside me. Anteneh is awake but deep in thought, watching the landscape in which he grew up pass by outside the window.

It’s been exactly a year since we’ve all been back together here, en route to the Omo Valley. This is a place that doesn’t seem to exist at all once you leave, it doesn’t seem believable when you’re at home.

If you enjoy travel adventures, definitely check out this trailer for the documentary.

Trey Ratcliff is another photographer I have admired for a long time.  His blog – Stuck in Customs – is one of the most popular on the web.

Trey’s specialty is HDR (high dynamic range) photography.  It’s a technique that involves over-exposing and under-exposing a scene, then merging the shots to give the image an almost 3D feel. For those who like the HDR look, Trey has a detailed tutorial on his web site.

If you are inspired by great images of exotic places, be sure to check out Trey’s work.

The heart of any place is the people who inhabit it.

For years, the Cambodian people where victims of Richard Nixon’s secret bombing campaign, only later to be subjected to Pol Pot’s brutal genocide while much of the word looked the other way.

Yet today, few places, few people are more welcoming to international travelers. For a lesson in resilience and forgiveness, few places can match Cambodia.  Few places are more rewarding to visit.

Conor and his friends enjoy their annual pilgrimage to the Maryland Renaissance Festival, and frankly, so do I. Is there a better place to people watch?

I wonder, though, what do these “enthusiasts” do during the week?  And where do they keep their costumes the rest of the year?

Nothing quite like a little leather and lace.

More Renaissance Festival pictures here.

A young girl prepares to take the stage as part of a Chinese New Year celebration. Chiang Mai has deep historical and cultural ties with southwestern China.

Chiang Mai was once the capital of the Lanna Kingdom (the kingdom of a million rice fields), which enjoyed a golden age throughout the 15th century.

During this time the Lanna  Kingdom came to control most of what now constitutes northern Thailand, north-western Laos,  Myanmar and Xishuangbanna in southern Yunnan Province, China.

More Thailand stories and Chiang Mai pictures.

In 1959 Walt Disney began looking for land for a park to supplement Disneyland, which had opened in Anaheim, California in 1955. Disney’s vision had outgrown the existing park, and he did not like the businesses that had sprung up on adjacent properties.

Company research found that only 2% of Disneyland guests came from east of the Mississippi – where 75% of the U.S. population lived – so the search for an east coast site was on.

According to legend, Disney originally wanted to build his new park near the beach, a natural magnet for tourists. Disney’s search for a large tract of undeveloped beachfront led him to the Florida Panhandle.

In 1959, if you wanted to buy land near Northwest Florida’s white sand beaches, there was only one man to see: Ed Ball, CEO of The St. Joe Paper Company.
Ball was the brother-in-law of Alfred I. DuPont, the black sheep of the DuPont family, who had been banished to Florida after divorcing his first wife and marrying his second cousin.

Ball was a notoriously tough businessman, and he would end each day with a whiskey and a toast: “Confusion to the enemy!”

When DuPont died in 1935, Ball took control of the family business and spent the next 45 years acquiring land in Florida. Eventually Ball controlled more than a million acres, most of it concentrated in the Florida Panhandle.

As the story goes, Disney had his sights set on a Florida beachfront location for his new park, so he dispatched lawyers, lobbyists and friends to negotiate a land purchase from Ball, but Ball rebuffed every approach.

Finally in March 1959, in a last ditch effort, Disney made an appointment to meet Ball at his office. He was determined to buy a piece of beachfront property near Panama City Beach, Florida.

Disney arrived at the St. Joe Paper Company offices promptly at 9 am. The office was quiet as a tomb; the only sound was the tick-tock of a grandfather clock in the corner of the reception area. Down the hall he could see the door to every office was closed.

Irene Walsh, Mr. Ball’s secretary, took Disney’s coat and asked him to have a seat. Mr. Ball was busy, she said, and he would see Disney when he could.

As the day passed, every hour, on the hour, Ms. Walsh would take printout from the company’s stock ticker to Mr. Ball’s office. And each time she returned she brought Disney the same message: “He’s still busy.”

At noon, Ms. Walsh told Disney: “Mr. Ball asked me to go out and get you lunch.”

The afternoon passed in utter quiet, broken only by the tick-tock of the clock and Ms. Walsh’s hourly treks to Ball’s office.

Finally, at 4 pm, after she had taken the day’s closing stock prices to Mr. Ball’s office, Ms. Walsh returned with a note for Disney. The crumpled piece of paper had been folded eight times.

Disney opened the note: “Mr. Disney, I’m not going to see you today – or any day. I don’t do business with carnival people.”

Disney gave up on the idea of a beachfront resort and began secretly accumulating 30,000 acres outside Orlando, Florida, bordering the area where Interstate 4 was going to be built.

The rest, as they say, is history.