Who wants to stay here? 👋 [Lonely cabin in the hills on Montenegro]
It’s been six years of on and off life on the road. Six years of unexpected. A helluva rush. It’s still scary to this day. Looking back at the boy who landed in New Zealand for my first trip abroad so naive and ignorant, to now, I can sometimes barely believe it.
Sometimes my head is in a fog. Most of the time I don’t know what I’m doing next with my life. Often it grips me with fear like hand around my neck, other times it’s like a fist into the stomach. Yet it’s exhilarating. This living on a chance thing has such extreme highs and lows that you feel like a tangled mess of rope. But it’s also a beautiful mess that somehow leads to incredible possibilities. Just making through the fog can be difficult. Would I have it any other way? [Photo from the road to Yosemite]
Oh those moody Sierras... I’m in London currently and navigating the tube daily has me feeling like a rat in a maze. Nearly had an anxiety attack, so I went through my mountain photos from earlier this year to find a breathe of fresh air.
“In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.” - John Muir [Blagaj Fortress in Bosnia & Herzegovina]