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Larry Jensen

Larry Jensen, Founder of Wonder of Wander. A vagabond traveler exploring the world. Follow me as I take you to some amazing places and meet interesting people, all on a shoestring budget. If you like my stories, please donate below. (Click the "P" for Paypal)

Lake Disston Florida

Like me, Thea and David live on a lake facing west. This means we’re treated to some spectacular sunsets and tonight would be no different. I could have taken a hundred pictures of that spectacular sunset and still not captured its beauty.

Welcome to Florida

I had to hurry up and find an attendant as I needed help getting all my bags off the train along with my bike, trailer and checked luggage. Once I got off the train and into the 87 degree temps of Winter Park, the attendant told me to wait right there for my luggage, but after

A Midnight Train

This trip was to be no different. While I had decided to head to the Florida Keys since ending my kayak expedition early, I had no idea how I was going to get down there. It wasn’t until I bought a bicycle to get around in Vermont that I started to play with the idea of biking down, but after looking at the cost factor involved in that, it would be as expensive as flying and I was trying to avoid expensive.

To walk a mile in my shoes

The idiom is: Before you judge a man, walk a mile in his shoes. The meaning: Before judging someone, you must understand his experiences, challenges, thought processes, etc. Earlier this year I struggled to accept the loss of Lexie, my love, my Soul Mate for the last 12 years. Sure, she was a dog, but her spirit was anything but. Since...

A Bike Shop that is changing the world

In the tiny town of Hampton, NY lies a Bike Shop that is changing the world. I'd been living in Poultney, a small traditional Vermont town, for four years before leaving on my kayak trip

I want to ride my bicycle…

I hadn't been Motor Free since I was 11. By 11 years old, I had earned enough money working to go buy myself a Mini Bike and thus ended my bicycling days. The Mini bike turned into a dirt bike turned into a car, truck, motorcycle and so forth. Somewhere in all of that progress, I got the idea to get back into bicycling.

Kayaking 4 Meso – 2016

A little more that two months ago I had paddled the entire length of Lake Champlain and then the Champlain Canal. Until I reached the last of the locks in Troy, the Troy Federal Lock, I had gone through every lock on the canal alone. Today was different, very different. Today I was packed into the lock with two hundred kayakers and three boats. It was an amazing sight and an amazing opportunity.

Right Back where I started from

I made an announcement on Facebook and the “Welcome Home” messages began arriving, but there was a problem. I wasn’t home. This wasn’t home. Home is where your heart is, right? So where is my heart. I walked around; I visited with my neighbors whom I use to spend so much time with. I walked into my old room. Saw the basement I had worked so hard renovating, all finished. I walked down to the water, the water I had missed so much. This wasn’t home. This is where I use to live and perhaps this will be where I spend a few months as I work things through, but home, no, its not here.

Canada to Key West Paddle – Day 57

When I began this journey, my goal was to find Life after Death; specifically, my life after Lexie’s death. I needed to find out who I was. Where was the happiness I had with Lexie and where was I going. I needed to be able to be happy again. I turned to the one element that always brought me peace – Water. I set my sights on Key West for Key West was the farthest south I could go by kayak.

Canada to Key West Paddle – Day 56

The paddle was leisurely compared to the day before and I had to laugh when a fisherman I was paddling bye commented that I was brave paddling against the current; if he’d only known what I had paddled through to date. Life is relative to your prior experiences. As I approached my last bridge in New Jersey, I turned on my VHF radio to listen to the large fishing boats talk to the Bridge Tender and each other. I enjoy listening to their chatter. I passed under the bridge, turned to Starboard and I was officially in Cape May.

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