I always loved traveling. I took my first plane ride by myself when I was 10. Yes, I was only on this planet for 10 years before my parents trusted me enough to put me on a plane by myself to fly from Boston to Michigan.

I got my love of travel from my Dad. He worked really hard to provide travel experiences to his family, but I’d like to think being the youngest, I got to squeeze in a few extra special trips with him.  He and I took trips just the two of us, including a multi-day tour through Yellowstone National Park on snowmobiles. I was 16 years old, tearing through this majestic park, riding as close as 4 feet away from bison. He was an adventure seeker, and I inherited his gene.