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This web site that you have just stumbled upon is the story of a drive from Kittery, Maine to Ushuaia, Argentina.
My name is Justin and after having dreamed about this trip for many years, I decided to give it a go.
I left Maine on December 29th, 2007. At the time of my departure, I had thought that I would be embarking on the
bulk of this trip alone. My brother, Bret, was to join me as far as Guatemala City, where he would fly out of on the
11th of January.
As it turned out, at the last minute...actually two days into the trip... I received a phone call from an old friend
of mine, Eli Bliss, who asked if he couldn't come along for some of it. I couldn't have been more happy! While
Eli didn't commit, right off the bat, as to how far he might go, he ended up going the distance.
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Eli, Bret and I are all from the smallish town of Warner, NH. Bret and I are from Joppa Rd. West and Eli is from
Joppa Rd. East. While you can hike or cross country ski between the two Joppas, you can't actually drive between them....not
in any sort of a regular car, anyway.
Bret is an artist and good Samaritan who's main focus lately has been
metal working and sculpture. He has spent the past three summers running our family hotel in Cape Cod, before which
he lived for many years in Portland, OR. Right now he is living and working in the Caribbean, at his friend's foundry.
Eli has spent the majority of the past 9 years in the Caribbean, working
on private sailing ships (really nice ones). He has his captain's license and is also a master beach fire builder, landscaper,
hammock tier, fish catcher, and beach go-er.
I
am just a regular
guy. After a three year break from running the family hotel during which time I worked at a ski area in Maine
on the snow-making crew, went back to school for a masters in business and even worked a little on a fishing boat out
of Portsmouth, NH....after these three years 'off' and this Pan American drive....I have returned to Cape Cod and am
preparing for another stint running The Surfcomber resort.
WARNING:
This web site is riddled with imperfections. Where it lacks in information, I would like to hope it makes up for
in fun. My posse and I are not your perfect role models, but we are a nice bunch. I tried to keep out any profanities,
but I believe there might be an instance of one or two explicatives in a couple of the audio bits. The site
also contains a number of accounts of alcohol consumption which some might view as extreme at times.
Also: I am highly un-photogenic and you will be forced to look at a lot of pictures of me. I also have
realized that I dislike the sound of my voice, and if you choose to click on an audio link, you are going to have to hear
it. You have been warned, so, if you are still inclined, take a peek.
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