Craig Kelly Quotes

I've flown from Aspen and then to Switzerland the next day and then off again the day after. That's the thing I love most about snowboarding, honestly - getting to travel and explore different places and meet people.

Snowboarding has taken me so many different places.

There's a whole world out there. And it's huge.

I was a bit of a wild boy - always swimming and exploring the mountains.

Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown. Through them we pass out into adventure and sunshine, to them, alas! we return.

I want to go skydiving. I'd love to go to the Galapagos. Nature still excites me.

When the whistle blew and the call stretched thin across the night, one had to believe that any journey could be sweet to the soul.

I love hiking to the top of mountains in L.A. and seeing incredible landscapes. It really inspires me.

I guess I can go anywhere I want. If only I knew where to go.

I would rather live in a world where my life is surrounded by mystery than live in a world so small that my mind could comprehend it.

I did not wish to take a cabin passage, but rather to go before the mast and on the deck of the world, for there I could best see the moonlight amid the mountains. I do not wish to go below now.

I see myself being married to my girlfriend and backpacking all over the world. If I can go out and do a 15-mile hike and climb a 12,000-ft. peak, I'm good to go.

I have been to Switzerland a handful of times, and it is quickly becoming one of my favorite places to climb.

Buy an atlas and keep it by the bed - remember you can go anywhere.

I just travel the world with my backpack and my cameras and a bunch of Clif bars.

What's your road, man? - holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow. Where body how?

The old wanderlust had gotten into his blood, the joy of the unbound life, the joy of seeking, of hoping without limit.

But do not ask me where I am going, As I travel in this limitless world, Where every step I take is my home.

You could start at a path leading nowhere more fantastic than from your own front steps to the sidewalk, and from there you could go… well, anywhere at all.

Windy or not, a day this beautiful has to be lived. The day is bright and clear, the sky blue, and the dry air feels light. A northerly wind stirs a primal urge to move. The geese feel it, and so do I. Perhaps it is a last internal vestige from a time, long ago, when we migrated with the seasons across open plains, following the animals we pursued for food. Perhaps that is why the sight of migrating geese arrests our attention, why we feel the pull. We want to go, to travel in fresh or moody weather, taking in each newly revealed vista.

Exploration is a wonderful way to open our eyes to the world, & to truly see that impossible is just a word.

Traveler is my only companion; I may also say my pleasure. He and I, whenever practicable, wander out in the mountains and enjoy sweet confidence.

There is nothing more thrilling than arriving in a new place on your own and feeling the sense of possibility and excitement that brings with it.

Those who would see wonderful things must often be ready to travel alone.

We find in biking the fullfilment of an antique instinct: vagabondage