Big Sur

For me, the journey is already most of the fun and the destination is just the cherry on top. But when you finally find your camp spot for the weekend and you’re looking out at miles and miles of Pacific blue, it’s hard to capture into words the feelings of excitement that adventure rewards to you after hours of dusty exploration on the trail. We drove for nearly 5 hours on dirt trails that were carved out of the mountains, venturing far in search of the perfect place to call home for the weekend.

Commit to exploring and the Earth will truly reward you. Here are the views from our campsite in Big Sur last weekend. Pacific blue ocean completely surrounding us in all directions, stretching as far as the eye can see:


You can see the fog starting to roll in as the sun begins to make its way down.

Twilight hour views from our campsite. Hard to beat these kinds of views.


it’s never too late to start anything

I know I’m super late on recapping my favorite memories of 2016 but I didn’t want to let that stop me from posting anything at all. I love writing and looking back on these posts, because often times I find myself so wrapped up in the obligations of my current life that I completely forget about all the neat experiences I’ve had. This is an awesome practice in gratitude and self-reflection, which I’m definitely trying to do more of this year.

I had a handful of random videos I shot on my iPhone throughout the last year so I decided to put together a quick montage to capture the mood of my 2016 as a fun little creative project.

It was a crazy busy and stressful year for me, but my inner adventurer could not be quelled. This video is a pretty accurate depiction of my life and the things that get me super excited about living. I spend many weekends with my neck craned out of the passenger window during long road trips throughout the west coast, enjoying dusk views and escaping to the mountains for our next adventure.

Tahoe became our second home for the winter where we snowboarded for a total of 23 days and down a cumulative 300,000 vertical feet for the season. The Sierras are only a three-hour drive from the Bay Area where we live, but I’d give anything to pick up and move there. It’s amazing how you can be transported to a completely different world and environment if you just drive a few hours. Being surrounded by mountains, snow and crystal blue water…there are only a few things in life that rival that kind of beauty.


Frequent views during our winter; up and at ’em before dawn and on the lifts bright and early!



Seeing Lake Tahoe in the winter is a special treat, even if you don’t ski it’s worth getting up there to enjoy the snowy views. The water is icy cold but it’s the most serene view, especially when it’s so still and glass-like.

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We spent a lot of time on the road this year and I loved every second of it. Most of 2016 consisted of me riding shotgun exploring parts of California we didn’t know existed, or up on a snowy slope somewhere.


In April, we finally made it to Joshua Tree for the first time and discovered how much we loved being in the desert. We’d return again a few months later, only to be met with +110° weather that I was not entirely prepared for.




Continue reading “it’s never too late to start anything”

Your life is a gift. Live it wisely.

A few weeks ago, I made a personal decision to quit my full-time job to pursue a career shift into something more creative. Since then, my head’s been in a total whirlwind, filled with excitement (met with uncertainty) and a little bit of self-doubt.

This is the first time I’ve ever made such a huge life change without a clear next step in place, but I see this as a pivotal moment in my life where I finally need to put my happiness first and actually begin designing my life around what I choose for myself rather than living based on how others think I should live. My life thus far has been me simply settling for what’s in front me, rather than creating the life I actually want.

Despite my initial fear and anxiety over making such a major change, I think it’s important I make the time to get clear about what I really want in life and turning my passions into a creative career. There will never be a better time than now, and your life is for LIVING. You just get the one.

Don’t defer your dreams and happiness for the future, because every day that goes by where you’re unhappy is time that you’ll never get back. And life is short. Really short.

I recently returned from a weeklong trip in Oregon, where I was reminded of the simple, spontaneous joys in life (which I will document in a later post of my recent travels, but the photo above was a beautiful lavender field we just happened upon while exploring the Columbia River Gorge). It made me feel alive again. And reminded me that there’s still so much of the world I have yet to explore–and there are so many beautiful things to experience that cost nothing at all. Life really is a crazy adventure, so long as you are open to it.

There’s not really a point to this post, besides me just feeling all sorts of emotions and wanting to capture it into words. And out of all the emotions I am feeling, I’d say that I’m mostly just incredibly fucking grateful right now.

Life is a beautiful journey and I’m excited for my future of struggles, growth, and soul-searching. And I hope to be able to capture & share my excitement and gratitude for life’s adventures right here, in my little corner of the interwebs.

So guys, remember:

Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it;

Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it.

twentynine palms

We recently returned from a trip to the desert, where the vast landscape was littered with abandoned homes just like the one pictured here. Though it was a bit scary being out in the boonies with virtually no neighbors around us, it was a unique experience to be amongst so many relics of a past era.


These homes were so eerie and intriguing, set against the stark backdrop of the desert. Some of them were just mere shells from another life. So much mystery radiated from these homes, filling me with wonder about why these homes were here in the first place, who once inhabited them and why they were forgotten. After some research, I found a list of the homesteaders that declared residence in Twentynine Palms in the 30’s and tried to figure out who once lived in the homesteader (now Airbnb rental) home we had for the weekend. I couldn’t figure it out but I thought the historical research project was super neat and I’m glad I stumbled upon it.



Our little desert homesteader hideaway in Twentynine Palms.