You know you’ve done something right if, after traveling thousands of miles, you look back at your photos and feel a pinch of melancholy. There are more prominent emotions present as you scroll through the digital landscapes that defined your journeys: accomplishment, joy, astonishment, and appreciation. But behind it all is the realization that the trips are now ghosts. Pleasant, wonderful, and generally happy ghosts, but ghosts nonetheless.
My year, which began in Texas and ended in Florida, was a collection of experiences that extended thousands of miles around the world. Along with those miles came a seemingly endless string of photos, filling a cloud large enough to cover London. Only a few of the photos managed to accompany stories. Now comes my favorite part of the year. I get to share a few more. From a remote national park in Newfoundland to a horse lingering alongside the mountains in the Patagonia region of Chile, I relived my year pixel-by-pixel, one keystroke at a time. Although I had more than a few hiccups through my travels, I know I got it mostly right because, looking back, I’m feeling a tinge of melancholy that these adventures are now the property of 2018.