So after we met, we fled for the backcountry, holding hands and swinging trekking poles…because diving into the backcountry is one of the fastest ways to genuinely know if it’s real.
You’re fluctuating between midnight “WTF-am-I-doing-with-my-life” panics and semi-sarcastic “Can-I-blog-for-a-living?” reflections over your morning tea. And sometimes, inevitably, you find yourself in an entirely different hemisphere than the one you love.
We’ve traveled thousands of miles and hiked hundreds more. It’s been hot, cold, windy, wet, dry and everything in between. We’ve faced bears in the backcountry, lost trails, slept in rental cars and tented in downpours. We’ve missed flights, skipped meals and faced 20 hour travel days. Adventure has not always meant vacation.
When travel is your life, home is a person.
Or at least that’s the goal, right? But when your longest time spent in one place for the year is around five days, how on earth are you going to make a real, intimate connection with someone special?