An Unconventional Path Of Movement And Growth
We tend to fight our impulses. Neither Susan nor I have felt particularly drawn to, or satisfied, living in one place. We each have lived in multiple locations over our...
Field Notes are a mix of thoughtful essays and adventure journaling.
We tend to fight our impulses. Neither Susan nor I have felt particularly drawn to, or satisfied, living in one place. We each have lived in multiple locations over our...
Susan and I recently embarked on our first bikepacking adventure. I've ridden a mountain bike for decades, and camped for longer than that, but I've yet to combine the two...
What could possibly be more wonderfully uncomfortable, more pleasantly basic and more fringe-of-society-ish than living in a 1993 van, often on the side of Hwy 6 with the semi trucks...
This week marks twelve months of dirty good living. Twelve months attempting to live deliberately and with intention. Three-hundred and sixty-five days of prioritizing movement outside, wise consumption and cultivation...
This morning, while scraping the bottom of my peanut butter (in lieu of almond butter, trying to be thrifty, not the same!) jar for breakfast, I spent almost an hour...
It was July, 2017. After our first chunk of time living in the van, following a long day on the trails, we had a short reprieve house sitting for a...
It’s a constant struggle, no? Everyone wants to play. We like to play in the dirt: on two feet or two wheels, on surf boards and yoga mats. Outdoor activity...
The gnarliest mud I’ve ever encountered was about halfway across Zion National Park in the spring of 2014. Seriously, it was the slipperiest, stick-to-your-leg-iest, sweep-you-off-your-feet-iest mud ever. With at least...
Resilience isn't being strong, but how you face your weakness. Perhaps it's years of attempting to be strong that ends up making us weak, in body and mind. The resistance...