"This book is not a backpacker field guide. Troy would never allow it." - The author One winter morning I awoke to realize I was homeless. That afternoon my warm and comfortable condo was claimed by the tax man. The money was gone, my girl was gone and my car was on blocks. That night, in great despair, I received a message. "Sell everything. Meet me in Mexico." In the San Francisco airport, I held my passport and a 60-liter backpack. My journey as...