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On a recent road trip — the first in a long, long time — we drove the stretch between O’Brien and Happy Camp where the Slater Fire tore through last autumn. Charred desolation unfolded all the way to the horizon, offering a grim harbinger of what lies in store for the
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This spring, I planned to be far from the madding crowds, drinking in the ocean-wide skies and rippling red canyons of the Southwest. But then, a summons to Philadelphia for an immigration interview instantly scuppered those meticulously Google Mapped plans — and I found myself flying eastwards instead. We spent
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Self-care when you're all at sea.
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Three hours of driving to stock up on provisions is not without its consolations. Wending one’s way up the Shoreline Highway, there’s the constant companionship of the stormy, sparkling ocean, and plenty of time for podcast listening (most recently, OPB’s captivating Timber Wars — about the battles to
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Following the untimely demise of our solitary basil plant (RIP Pesto), it dawned on me I was now the only millennial on the planet who didn’t own a houseplant — a fact made all the more unconscionable given my deep-rooted tree-hugging tendencies. And so, in a fit of
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6.5 hours on a fishing boat earlier this week = 25% exhilaration, 50% boredom and 25% dazed, sun-burnished contentment. There’s something incredibly satisfying about going right to the source and getting the ingredients for dinner yourself. For too many of us, the industrialised food system has put huge
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A surprise cross-country trek.
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(They can't come soon enough.)
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(Please don't tell the landlord.)
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I made a podcast! As part of my efforts to teach myself how to make audio (a guy’s gotta up-skill!), I’ve created ARCHIPELAGO — a series of island adventures for you to enjoy in your armchair. The first three episodes have dropped and are available wherever you get
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And other burning questions
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Braving this brave new world.