I decided to do something daring before I turned 30. Editing the travel stories submitted to the magazine I worked at was entertaining, sure, but made me long for my own adventure. So a month before my 29th birthday I quit my job, flew one-way to North America, bought a Chevy Suburban, and drove it across half the country — twice. Billy, here, was my only company. His four feet gently swayed over the grasses and bitumen and hillsides that stretched out before me, rendering every landscape one where the buffalo — my solitary, two-dimensional buffalo — roamed.Continue reading “Roaming With My Buffalo”
Tall trees, wet roads and even wetter rainforests. Day two of my drive down the we
st coast of Washington state may sound like a slice of hell, but it was actually quite pleasant.
When you’re a solo traveller, the only thing that’s going to try to undress you is the wind. Read about day one of my last epic road trip as the High-Functioning Hobo: Vancouver Island to the Hoh National Rainforest. It was nippy.Continue reading “Road Trip, Day One”
Whoever decided that living out of your car had to be a messy, stinky, disgusting affair is wrong. Cleanliness is next to godliness–even if you have to spit your toothpaste into a canyon when you’re done brushing.
Last year I lived in my car for three months and three days. Like any experience, there were pros and cons. It’s trying to find those silver linings in everything we go through that I look for, because if life has taught me anything it’s that there’s truth in the adage tragedy + time = comedy. My days were routine, like most people’s. I went to the toilet, brushed my teeth, ate breakfast and worked on my laptop. The only difference was that all of that was done in Starbucks. After breakfast I’d drive down to the shore, put the car in park with the windows down and go for a beach walk or crawl into the back of the car. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was the life I made for myself. A life of waiting.
Not having access to a well-stocked pantry, bank account or kitchen meant I had a somewhat more rigorous diet regime than ever before, and when the days grew shorter, the gym was a nice place to stay warm, watch TV and sit in the hot tub. Exercise was merely a byproduct of the luxury of not being in the rain and not wanting to get kicked out for treating the gym like a movie theatre.
I guess the point of this story is this: bikini bodies can be born from the most unlikely of places, even if it’s from having to wrestle your clothes on while lying down in a car. Show gratitude whenever you can.
When it finally came time for me to invest in something bigger than a plane ticket, I decided to buy the biggest 4WD I could get and turn it into my North American adventure mobile…