What Instagram Doesn’t Tell You About #Vanlife

Imagine you own an old house. You gambled on charm, chose that claw-foot tub and rustic wood over new plumbing and boring, yet unblemished counter tops. Admittedly, that charismatic old-timer comes with your standard, endearing kinks: creaking floor boards, occasional water leaks, mystery smells, clanking and growling in the night. Like any old house, something… Continue reading What Instagram Doesn’t Tell You About #Vanlife

Hiking the Old Ghost Road

It was so quiet I could hear every creak in the cabin from the wind outside. Then the rain came, striking the roof like a thousand tiny hammers wielded by clumsy hands. At sunset a white mist replaced the gale creeping over our hut and the nearby alpine lake. Now I understood how this hiking… Continue reading Hiking the Old Ghost Road

Finding Kaimoana

Sometimes I don't mind smelling like fish. Especially when it means I'm about to have a delicious meal. Wrist-deep in flour and bread crumbs, I was working for this dinner. “You have to hold the fillet like this—dip it in the egg first, then the flour!” directed Riley, my five-year-old seafood instructor, his Kiwi accent… Continue reading Finding Kaimoana