I was a college dropout, hitchhiking across the Midwest. That was part of the old, adventurous spirit.
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When I was 19 years old, I hitchhiked across the country to San Francisco.
When I graduated from college in the spring of 1970, I decided to hitchhike around Europe with my guitar and my backpack. I was gone for about four months.
I hitchhiked, took trucks 'n' trains - anything that would pick me up. I stopped in Memphis for about six months and they found me and come got me. Stayed about a month an' split again.
Growing up in a rural setting in Minnesota, I was raised with the outdoors and a sense of adventure.
I'm from Texas. I hitchhiked to Tennessee when I was 19 years old, and it is really beautiful in Tennessee.
Once I graduated from university, I wanted to climb and be outdoors as much as possible. I worked as a part-time carpenter and kept up a relationship with The North Face. One thing led to another, and I'm lucky to be where I am now. It was a circuitous path with lots of adventure throughout.
I went to Alaska as a young man just looking for adventure. And like so many of us in the '70s, we found it.
I never knew when I was gong to leave. I might be walking over to a kid's house, then of all a sudden I would just stick out my thumb and hitchhike across three states.
In the mid-'60s, I quit school and wandered across the country, hitchhiked back and forth a few times, and ended up in hippie times, in the street in Toronto, in Yorkville.
I just didn't know what the heck I wanted to do with my life, so I drove out to California and got really lucky.
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