This site is the chronicle of The Captain and his crew — seekers, wanderers, occasional fools — as they tumble headfirst into the swirling chaos of travel, time, and territory. Think less guided tour, more Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, circa the bathtub scene (timestamp 00:18:35, for the uninitiated). That moment when reality slips, the walls breathe, and the only way out is to dive deeper. That’s the spirit of our voyages.

Our tales aren’t polished. They’re raw. Gloriously unhinged. Punctuated by border crossings, strange encounters, accidental wisdom, and the kind of detours that make you question the shape of the map — or your own mind.
The haunting echo of Jefferson Airplane’s White Rabbit isn’t just a psychedelic anthem — it’s a portal. A warning. A prophecy.

And at White Rabbit Peaks, it's our rallying cry.

White Rabbit Peaks isn’t just a destination.
It’s a mindset.
A high-altitude hallucination.
A tribute to getting completely, wonderfully lost.

Welcome aboard.
Strap in — or don’t. The Captain certainly hasn’t.
Welcome aboard.