I was born in East Middlebury, Vermont as the ’70s fizzled and died.
I spent my early childhood wandering in the woods behind our house and exploring things low to the ground–worms, flowers, sandboxes. After my parents’ divorce I split time in Vermont and Massachusetts. As I grew, I developed a passion for photography (and, apparently, the racing sheet) …
I was an exchange student in Kenya for part of my junior year in high school and studied in Chile in college, traveling the length of the country and up into Peru (that’s Machu Picchu above). Any excuse to travel, I went to Mexico with a family I babysat for, visited my high school boyfriend at his home in Japan (where I found myself hospitalized for a kidney infection after three days of 105 degree fever delirium), and searched for ways to incorporate travel into my future career.
In college, I worked for Let’s Go Travel Guides, contributing writing and editing to books on Mexico, Central America, Spain, Chile, and Australia.
And everywhere I went, I took pictures. I also developed a love of writing, and declared after college that I wanted three things out of life: to write, to travel, and to make enough money to survive comfortably. In each of my jobs, I’ve been able to have two out of three. When I took a job at NPR after college I was able to write (radio scripts) and make enough money to have an apartment and eat out occasionally. And when I quit to write one more travel guide (Australia) and then backpack around Southeast Asia, I was writing and traveling, but making no money.
So. Back to public radio. I spent three years in Los Angeles, directing the public radio program Marketplace, and doing the long distance thing with a Welsh guy I had met backpacking in Thailand.
To make a long story short, in 2007 I moved back to Vermont to host a new public radio show on VPR. That Welsh guy, Adrian, became my husband, and he moved to Vermont too.
We got a dog, Ollie, who is quite possibly the most spoiled and doted upon dog in the history of North America.
And we bought a house in the small Addison County town of Monkton. And so here I am. I feel like I’ve come full circle, moving back to my childhood home, a state I never thought I’d live in as an adult. And I’m happy. But that happiness still comes with some soul searching and some old desires that are hard to let go of. I’ve still got two out of three: enough money to survive and the opportunity to write for a living. But what about travel? What about wanderlust and the ability to pack up and move to a new city, a new country, and have a new adventure?
That’s where this blog has come in. I’m working to find adventures in my own backyard, exploring and relearning about nature and the world around me. I’ve learned that each day can be full of tiny discoveries if you look hard enough for them. That acknowledgment, and the practice of writing these experiences down on “paper” have helped satisfy my need for movement, exploration, and learning.
Thank you for being a part of my adventures by reading and commenting!