Mount Saint Helens

Scenes from the notorious North side on the Loowit Trail. 

The Pacific Northwest

I have myriad emotions when it comes to the Pacific Northwest. Like a teenager who loves and hates her parents in one breath. I truly grew up here. I became who I am here. I always come back. And I always want to leave. Because there is so much more out there. But also everything I need is all around me. It gives and takes. It rains, it drenches, it suffocates, and then it washes away into a beauty so spectacular I wonder if there is anywhere else so incredibly perfect. And there is loveliness in the grey. The colors seep through the melancholy. And I am reminded that without the darkness, there is no light.

Last month marked one year of life on the road. We embarked on June 28th, 2025. There are no words to describe the feeling of wealth that comes with giving away almost everything you own to live a life of freedom. I've never felt more like myself and more at home, and it's a feeling I wish for everyone. Life can still be difficult. The challenges unfold just like anything else. But the voyage of it all is unmatched. 

Everything is beautiful when you are exactly where you're supposed to be.

Pastels

These were taken back in May when we were staying at Walker Lake in Nevada. I was pleasantly surprised at just how beautiful and delicate the sunsets were in this area. Every evening, it was as though a fairy would spread its sweet pastel fairy blanket across the sky, casting a spellbinding glow that created some of my favorite sunsets.