This website illuminates my life and adventures. My longing for freedom has led me to over 2450 of the world’s 3978 provinces, to every country on earth and to the summit of the highest peak on each continent (thank heaven for good weather!). In my travels, I learned to respect the intelligence and ingenuity of people of all races and callings both past and present. Come see the world as I see it: as a peaceful place, full of nature and beauty. With the right spirit and intent, we can make our world a virtual Garden of Eden.
DISTINCTIONS: BBC 2017 Travel Pioneer • Journal Articles • Explorer’s Club Flag Expeditions
World Parks Project • Walk Across South America • Jeff Shea Travel Map
UK, East Riding Of Yorkshir Prov, Bridge
N Ireland, Moyle Prov, Hilltop
USA, Alaska, Jeff Shea On Denali Summit, 1993 - I climbed Denali, that is, Mount McKinley, with Fred Zalokar and Sean Crom of Reno, Nevada. Denali is the highest peak in North America. It was the third of the Seven Summits that I climbed. We were up and down off the mountain in nine days. Fred and Sean were ultra-marathon runners. Sean was rated as one of the top twenty in the world, maintaining a pace of about 6 minutes per mile for 100 kilometers. Fred had qualified for the Olympic marathon when he was younger. Sean and Fred summited a day earlier than I did. Sean came back to climb it a second time with me, but he was descending while I was still trudging up the final summit slope. I reached the summit alone. While Denali is difficult because of the potential for horrendous storms, when I arrived on top, the air was so still, I could have lit a match.
Latvia, Madonas Prov, Old Woman Working -
Slovenia, Polzela Prov, Strange Structure
China, Jiangxi Province, Sprayer And Hay, 2008, IMG_9652 - 
Mali, Bankass, Dogon Falaise, 1987 - We arrived in Bankas shortly before sunset. I rushed to a Campenent and paid 500 CFA to leave my unnecessary baggage there overnight. They tried to convince me to take a guide for 6000CFA, then 2500 CFA out to the Dogon village. I preferred to walk to the Falaise (escarpment) by myself under the night sky and bright moon. One of the men sitting by said I could find it myself. The prospective guide walked me to the edge of the village and pointed the way. I stuck to my 2000 CFA offer hoping it would be declined.
A group of his friends stood by. It was suggested that I might encounter a sorceror on the road. It was also pointed out to me that I don?t speak Dogon. One man asked for my address. I said I?d give it on my return tomorow. He shook my hands, and with an eerie glint in his eye, he said in French, ""I might be dead by tomorrow or maybe you will be.? I thought, 'If that the case then there?s really no use in us exchanging addresses, is there?' All these forms of cheap intimdation only served to convince me I wanted to go alone. I bragged to them how I travelled in far more dangerous places, how I got by using hands and expresssions instead of language. I departed. It was very beautiful out there, quiet, moonlit. I had a cigarette, then started considering if there really were sorcerors and got just a tiny bit spooked. I came to a village. A man was crying out a chant loud and long, echoing into the muted sounds of women and chidren bathing at the well in the dark. After an hour, I stopped and fell asleep in the deep sand of the road. I awoke suddenly and peered to see a man and a donkey. He sensed my alarm! He wanted to put my bag on his donkey but I declined & he moved on. As I had planned, I walked until I thought I was within about two kilometers of Inde. I made camp in the sand. I had a few coffees and fixed dinner. After a hot chocolate I slept.
Taiwan, Hualien Prov, Coast
Slovenia, Lukovica Prov, Horse Eye
Slovenia, Bled Prov, Dusk Landscape