Camping & Tramping Around the South Island

This time last year while I was still building houses and Madison was still opening studios but both were on the brink of quitting and running away, we found an alignment in the stars where her globetrotting trajectory crossed with my relocation to the edge of the world.

I distinctly recall driving between jobsites and talking with Madison about what life will be like when. When we no longer have careers and regenerating to-do lists. When we have time to explore interests. And the flip side, when we no longer have regular incomes or structure and the sense of security they provide. Continue reading “Camping & Tramping Around the South Island”

Field Trip: The Coromandel Peninsula

I just returned from an idyllic jaunt around the South Island immediately followed by an epic trip to Thailand with my bestie/delayed twin (same birthday one year apart) Madison.

But before I write about those adventures, I want to share a long weekend trip Mark and I took to the Coromandel peninsula. Continue reading “Field Trip: The Coromandel Peninsula”

Holidays in Waitomo

It’s the middle of summer in the Southern Hemisphere and I can’t quite get used to it being hot-as-balls in January. I keep forgetting what month it is. Perhaps its apropos since life sorta feels like a groundhog summer break.

Remember when you were a kid and out of school for the summer, how everyday felt the same and you’d lose track of what day it was? Is it Tuesday or Saturday? I have no idea. Let’s ride our bikes down to 7-11 for Slurpees!

Yep. That’s my life. And it kind of rocks. Except no Slurpees in New Zealand.

(My sincere apologies to everyone back home still digging themselves out from under Storm Jonas)

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It’s All A Blur

There has been a long moment of silence on this little blog. Not because there isn’t anything to share, but because I have been … processing.

We arrived in New Zealand in mid-November and I finally had time to be still. To think about all the places I’ve been, the changes, the gains, and the losses.

Without a doubt 2015 was the most eventful year of my life. It all feels like a blur because I was in constant motion, moving from one major change, decision, and setting straight into the next. Most of which were self-driven. One definitely not, and though not wholly unexpected, was still completely shattering. Continue reading “It’s All A Blur”

Europe: What I Packed

Before heading abroad for three months I spent hours upon hours reading other people’s packing lists and researching bags, shoes, clothing, and accessories to compile the perfect collection of items for my trip.

Our trip spanned mid-summer to mid-fall, taking us across a gambit of landscapes from strong winds in chilly Iceland to dizzying heat in the Sahara desert; and with varied activities like hiking in the French Alps to a dinner party in Italy, my clothing and shoe arsenal needed to be versatile and layer-able.

I thought I’d share what I packed for anyone planning a similar trip or just plain curious. Continue reading “Europe: What I Packed”

Fall in Chamonix

The last real stop on our European tour was the small resort town of Chamonix, France. We used to make fun of Chamonix and Mont Blanc because the whole place sounds so full of itself. You can’t say the words Mont Blanc without sounding like an asshole. It just rolls off the tongue with the slightest hint of arrogance. Go ahead, try it. But now I don’t care if I sound like a d-bag because Chamonix and towering Mont Blanc are incredible!

It reminded me so much of Park City in the fall (but on steroids), which is my absolute favorite season. Seeing it in all its Autumn splendor was really special. Continue reading “Fall in Chamonix”

J’adore Paris!

By far the biggest surprise of our entire three months in Europe was that I loved Paris. All along the way we heard horror stories from other travelers, and even from a few Parisians, that Paris was an unfriendly, miserable place. Rumor had it Parisians look down upon tourists, especially Americans and especially if you try to speak French. We were instructed to not even try because they would scoff and ignore you. Given my aversion to big cities and its reputation I was more than happy to forego Paris. Continue reading “J’adore Paris!”