All my bags are packed I’m ready to go …

I love flying, whether for work or pleasure. I do. I love everything about it, even time spent at the airport, the excitement of booking, the anticipation, the buzz of the airport, waiting to take off at the end of the runway, the surge of takeoff.

Here I am now at the Denver airport, giving myself permission to have a beer and waiting for my flight to beautiful San Diego for a three-day weekend of (mostly) work … and a couple of nice meals, I hope.

I recommend the Craig Mod method of air travel: arrive four hours early and “hack” the airport. Be the Dalai Lama.

Arrive early and move through the airport like the Dalai Lama. You are in no rush. All obstacles are taken in stride, patiently, with a smile.

I travel with only my trusty Tom Bihn backpack, which fits neatly under the seat in front of me. If it doesn’t fit in that backpack, I don’t take it with me. So I doubly appreciate sexy thin devices like my little MacBook 12-inch and/or iPad Pro. I feel as if I could travel the world with that little backpack.

Almost all of my clothes are merino wool: underwear, socks, t-shirts, hoodie, thin sweater. Merino is all-season, thin, hardly needs to be washed because it’s super anti-stink, even after sweating in it, and dries fast if you do have to hand wash it in the sink. Finally, I don’t pack any liquids, meaning that I can fly through TSA. I’ll write about my minimalist ways and travel one day. Meanwhile, I’m open for questions.

So, yeah, I get excited by the travel, the hacking of the whole experience to make it lean and efficient, experiencing a new city, reading a book on a plane … and the beer.

If I could, I’d sell everything, work from anywhere, and be a vagabond until I got too old or homesick.

A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving. —Lao Tzu

Oh, yeah … almost forgot John Denver.