Weekends that mean something.

You think when you return home from an amazing trip it will quench the travel thirst that's been bubbling up inside of you. The truth is that it just seems to ignite a fire inside of my heart. It feels greedy to feel so unfulfilled. 


But alas, we came home from Bali and all I could dream of was our road trip down the California coast last year. Road trips are by far my favourite way get from point A to point B. I love the realtime speed that life passes by at. I love the comfort of a car (and sometimes trailer) that feel like home. 


I used to dream about having my bed outside, in a field, on a cliff - anywhere but in a house. A form of misplaced luxury. Something completely decadent in a place it doesn't belong. And having a lovely little trailer and your trusty automobile on the road with you is just like that. Every night you can be in a new place but still have your same seat, your familiar bed with pillows that smell like you (and your person) and a duvet that feels just right. Showers? - debatable. But a place to rest your head - assured. 

See I'm getting carried away again just recalling it. In my life it really is living the dream. It is living. Actively. Something I really want to strive to do - as I build balance and some habit in my everyday life, I was it to be punctuated with experiencing new things, smelling  the dirt in dust in new places, seeing sunsets that always feel better than the last, rain that falls deafeningly loud on our roof and  laughing. It's odd to write of living passively with disdain when I am by nature a more reserved person. I am quiet. i am somewhat shy. But all the while inside of me I am a sensory being. I live to be around things that make me feel something in my heart. I want to spend my life putting myself situating myself to be able to breath it all in.


Let's return to the track here. We got home and I felt quiet. My senses had been overstimulated with new sites, smells and sounds for so long that being at home just made my brain feel dull and absent. This is in no way saying that home is dull - but the juxtaposition in time made it feel slow.

So I decided to get back on board with trying to make little escapes every weekend. Get my eyes to places they've never experienced. Even if it's a small feat, it feels like something and along the way it creates a billion new memories. 

Our generation is constantly worrying about the future. Planning, saving, feeling incapable of recreating the life we were given. My solution to this is living in the day. Not neglecting the future, but choosing to be really present and make things happen instead of putting them off... And on a tight budget! 

So my good friend Sarah & I jumped in the car (sans trailer - not that season just yet) with our passports and took off for the weekend. I am lucky to have such a fantastic travel buddy. We know each other so well and can sing stupid songs at the top of our lungs, or just be completely silent - all while avoiding an ounce of awkwardness. And Sarah's always up for an adventure. We had no expectations for lavish accommodations or witnessing record breaking things, but we knew we'd get to see more than if we'd just stayed at home. 


We ventured to an area around Bellingham. We'd both seen Bellingham a multitude of times, but we knew there was so much to explore in the area - the coast, the farmland, the San Juan Islands, the beaches. 

When we got over the border it started to snow. We veered onto a back road (a trip without an itinerary is freeing in this way - no plan, just follow your nose) and ended up exploring a decrepit barn amongst the white flakes. It was quiet and eery and completely magical. A sense of the time is made apparent in places that are falling apart. You wonder what they've seen, what they used to be and if anyone thinks about them now.

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We then got back in the car and made a stop at Trader Joe's for snacks. Our friendly helper at TJs mentioned that the Chuckanut coastal drive was really beautiful, and boy were we glad he did. It was really beautiful. A bit akin to the oregon coast, meets the Sunshine coast (in BC). We stopped at an estuary-like beach and wandered in the rain. 

The perfect beach treasure - Forgotten binoculars.

The perfect beach treasure - Forgotten binoculars.

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We ended up driving to Seattle and staying the night and then heading home through a blizzard the next day. On this adventure we visited a snowy barn, took a coastal drive, visited a bison farm (no photos - they were too far away), came across a bizarre estate sale in a residential neighbourhood, poked through antiques in Anacortes, had sushi on boats in Seattle and did breakfast at a total hippy joint in Freemont before heading home through a complete blizzard. 

Hey - it's more than we would have seen from our couches at home! 

Where do you take weekend adventures to? Especially from Vancouver, I'm always looking for places that are reachable within that 2 day window and I'd love to get some suggestions.

Hope all is well with everyone! xo