In the last few months, I’ve traveled a lot. Just not in the way I expected.
I’ve gone miles upon miles over dirt paths and gravel roads. With my 26-pound (and growing) 10-month-old, I’ve stomped through mud puddles and creeks. We’ve clamored over fallen trees, spent many an afternoon crawling through the grass, and often enjoyed physically distant visits with the neighbors.
As I write this, it’s been four months of physical distancing. I mourn those we’ve lost and grieve for those separated from loved ones, who lost their jobs, and who shut down their businesses. All things considered, my little family of four (husband, 8-month-old, and fur baby) has been holding up all too well (hello guilt!) in our country home.
Ever since I was a girl, I’ve been a passionate explorer, and I love working on a magazine that fully embraces this pastime. In my “Seeing with Fresh Eyes | explore:NW”
That amazing, sun-kissed hike you see on the cover of this issue? Well, it’s not where I am right this second. But boy, do I “Savoring the Adventure | explore:NW”
I remember the summer before I started my business — before I had a husband and a house and a 100-pound fur baby to care “Explore Like a Local | explore:NW”
I’m the sort of person who wants to pack as much into a day as possible. I practiced the mantra ‘Work Hard — Play Hard’ “Savoring Every Moment with Adaptable Adventuring”
A few years back, I climbed into a seaplane for the first time. The 10-passenger de Havilland Otter met our group at a private dock “A Celebration of Firsts (and Seconds)”