I started romping around the world by yacht after college as a first mate doing offshore deliveries and charter work in the Caribbean, Europe, Mediterranean and the Middle East. When my college partner-in-crime turned journalist chronicled my experiences in the yachting publication, Soundings, “Blue Grass Native Finds Blue Water Adventure,” I took it as a quasi-validation of my Zoology/Marine Biology degree.

I returned to the States with every intention of studying maritime law, but sailing had ruined me for the straight life. After a short stint in a lobbying firm, I opened an adventure, ecotourism and luxury travel consulting business. I spent 10 years sending my clients on their own adventures on all 7 continents, and booking upscale corporate groups at luxury hotels. And, of course, following in their footsteps as often as I could.

On and off for the last seven years, I have been 4-wheeling through the harsh Australian outback, researching a book and documentary about my great, great, great grand uncle, Ludwig Leichhardt, who led an epic Lewis and Clark type expedition through the Top End in 1845 only to disappear into the outback with his entire party of men, animals and equipment three years later. I am close to having an ending for “Looking for Leichhardt,” and will be leading a search expedition for relics and remains in the summer of 2007. Not Well Heeled Travel, but a hell of a lot of fun.

In between bush forays I did the occasional gig as a flight attendant on private jets for the flexibility to write, the easy money and the opportunity to experience the best perk money can buy – traveling by private jet. It is the only way to fly and makes me wish I could have what Chris Rock admits he doesn’t have either, but calls, “private jet money.”

I now freelance consult in marketing and public relations specializing in the travel, adventure and hospitality industries to support the lifestyle to which I have become accustomed as The Well Heeled Traveler.