Somewhere with Ozzies and Germans

While from that headline, you could mistake this for probably any country or National Park town, I am specifically talking about a random DOC (Department of Conservation) campground me and Kyle stumbled upon by accident in New Zealand. This was somewhere on the west coast of the South Island in New Zealand. Cell service was sketchy, it was cheap ($12 I think?) and it sat on a freshwater lake you can swim and fish in, which we definitely skinny dipped in later that night. There were 2 sections to the grounds, we chose the further side. To our luck, there were still spots open and a group of people under a veranda type structure. Our first thoughts, park and check out the grounds.

We were immediately greeted by a rather large family sized group of Australians! They wanted to know where we were from and came with beers. What better greeting could you have than this? A sucker for anyone outgoing and full of energy, we got trapped in their jokes, stories and made it into the group photo. They were an absolute riot. We were totally staying in this camp tonight and left to get more beer and some food.  Upon coming back, they had broken out the BBQ. We were eating kebobs and sausages, fighting off the pesky sand flies until dawn. After learning everyone’s background, this wasn’t just a family reunion we thought we had stumbled upon. There was a retired Canadian couple from New Brunswick, a set of German girls (spoke very little English), another German couple who had impeccable English and then 3 couples from Australia who knew each other as they were all truck drivers, exploring New Zealand with their wives. All showing up randomly throughout the day, this what we had accumulated too. We knew nothing about each other yet we all seemed to instantly click. We were sharing whatever we had, we cared for one another and despite language barriers, bonded over stories and alike. It was togetherness. We all were here for one reason, to have a good time. That we did.

This reminded me of my airplane post about the instant community feel you get with complete strangers. I could tell you one name, Kevin, and I honestly don’t even think that was his name? It’s times like this, when you don’t know anyone, you don’t even speak the same language yet there is this overwhelming feeling of knowing each other for a long time. You hope these people thrive and all their dreams come true.

Everyone you meet always asks if you have a career, are married, own a house or some other irrelevant thing as if life is a grocery list we never fully manage to complete. No one ever asks if you are happy.

So here we are, no one has service. We don’t all speak English yet we are drunk together riddled with bug bites singing John Denver. Sometimes, no matter the country road or jet plane, some things never change.

You adapt quickly.

You love easily.

We are happy.



Drunkin’ Thoughts on a Plane

So here I am, watching The Fault in Our Stars heavy into the New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc courtesy of Air New Zealand as we dance with the turbulence over the Pacific Ocean. Sounds pretty romantic hey? Wrong. We are currently sitting in the middle of the middle seats, Kyle with his gaming noise cancelling headphones. Myself? The old school over the head headphones provided by the airline. I did not prepare for this part, I actually completely forgot and for some reason thought me and Kyle would be full of life and discussion for those 14 hours?! Flights in movies are always so much more entertaining and perhaps channelling my inner Bridesmaid didn’t even consider we were flying overnight and the majority of the airplane would not even want to have a conversation with me.

Anyways, back to my ramblings and realizations drunk on an airplane; Have you ever read a book or watched a movie and the entire time you are so emotionally involved with the characters? You are in love with the love interest and can’t help thinking the one you’re in love with is the same? You suddenly are Jane Eyre in Northern England in the late 19th century or Bridgit Jones searching for your “true love” in Mr Darcy (or Pride and Prejudice) Although completly squished in economy with an older gentleman beside me (also with noise cancelling headphones and would not bet on me for anything as I continously lost every tic tac toe game) comfortably asleep beside me with the warmth of his right side meeting mine, Kyle struggling with his back to get comfortable as watching Dunkirk, we still have 9 hours left and generally no way out of our seats without disturbing someone, nothing could actually seem to be better than this? Perhaps the free wine they were peddling on the plane or the promise of something extremely better on the other side of this 9 hours? If we get through this, while the complete unknown of New Zealand being beneath us on the tarmac, there is anything we want at the end of it? I can’t find anywhere to rest my feet but I know that I will soon have everywhere to rest my feet?

Has anyone ever noticed, that flights posses this weird community feel with strangers you don’t know but yet feel completely comfortable leaning on? While in any other circumstance (take Vancouver Skytrain) you’d be uncomfortable yet here you are accepting of it? Time seems to last forever in airplanes. We are all subject to the same mediocre conditions. You hate yourself for not splurging on something better and putting yourself in this situation but here you are. Leaning on strangers in the dark somewhere over the Pacific Ocean with no escape. Quoting Lady Gaga is this the edge of glory she sings about it? The most unideal situation yet glorious moment as a whole new country, job and life await you?

Perhaps. And I think if everyone took the same outlook those do off a not-so-fresh 14 hour + flight confined to small pillows (Sorry Air New Zealand) and limited movements in the seat, we would appreciate more around us. The thought of a bed I can fully stretch out in and not be in anyone’s airspace in 24 hours is everything to me. My lifeline. Keep in mind, we will probably nap on a bench somewhere in the airport as we can’t pick up our campervan until 8:30 am and we fly in at 5 am. Decisions.

This exact moment reminded me of a time in Edmonton after going to an MGK concert at West Edmonton Mall. A group of us were all waiting for a taxi to come pick us up, being the middle of winter it was snowing and freezing outside so we waited on a mall bench inside the comforts of West Ed. Only to wake up at 4 am to the sound of one of the cleaners vacuuming the carpets. The fact that I am in a somewhat similar situation makes me feel even better about my decisions. I think that is what life is meant for or maybe just the ramblings of a drunk woman 10, 364M above sea level. Either way, I wouldn’t change this for the world. I would, however, change this movie as I am now crying over the beautiful life and death relationships this stupid (but great) movie has portrayed. I would recommend this movie to anyone, just not on a plane. It is at least dark and everyone has headphones, I can muffle my cries and keep them to myself.

Until the next drunkspiration.

Airports: A World Without Standards, Rules or Obligations

While I am not actually living in an airport, I did consider it. You have food, free wifi, bathrooms, coffee and bars. A hostel only gives me a bed and prospective new friends. Usually, in central locations, you do get to find the above as well. There is something fascinating about airports though. So many people in standby mode. Waiting to leave, waiting to stay, waiting to connect. In an airport, regular daytime rules do not apply. Can you drink at 8 am in the morning? Hell yeah. You can sleep anywhere, you don’t have to wear shoes. People are falling in love with new countries or their hearts heavy as loved ones leave. With a vast array of emotions, languages and overpriced neck pillows, the airport is your oyster.

At the airport debating my next move

I am only at the airport because I had to drop Kyle off, much harder than I thought it was going to be. Now, I am sitting here, people watching, wishing for coffee but not wanting to repack everything up to get my mediocre cup of joe. I am also abusing my right to the free unlimited wifi and charging stations littered around the lounging areas.

Could I stay here tonight? I think so. The thought is still going through my mind as I think for the sake of experiences. Mom, I hope you are not reading this as that idea probably horrifies you (not sure which is worse, hostel or airport?) I mean, you’re never alone here. There are tons of people here also travelling alone and you are bound the find someone. Hostels carry that same vibe though.

People watching is the best part. The language barriers, the fascination of never-before-seen things. Being used to Vancouver Airport, I can’t say I am overwhelmed with Christchurch Airport. It feels more like a mall food court but with much comfier chairs. Lacking your staple sketchy Chinese food place were the sweet and sour sauce is just too brightly orange coloured for it to not be considered a nuclear product or glow in the dark.

Everyone is much more friendly in airports, you just assume everyone is in a transitional period of some kind. They have just said goodbye or will be seeing loved ones, tears are common. Okay, maybe I was crying when I was writing this so I can only hope tears are common. You excuse people’s bad or questionable behaviour. It’s a world without standards, rules or obligations. Other than catching your flight.

Perhaps I will try to live in an airport one day and maybe will be as famous as Mehran Karimi Nasseri and Tom Hanks will get to play my character. Just kidding, would never want to dishonour Tom Hanks acting career like that.

Tom Hanks aside, there is a complete list of people who have lived in airports for years, and some still do. His name is Denis, he is from Brazil and has now been living there since 2000. Where is he? In the Sao Paulo-Guarulhos International Airport in Brazil. From brief research, it looks like he has taken refuge inside the airport due to conflicts at home. If you are looking at running away, run away to the airport?. Majority of the people that have lived in airports have not always been by choice, some form of denial, passport revoking or refuge was the reasoning behind. Sometimes it is in the act of protesting or you could be like Yvonne Paul and just want to go back to visiting the United States and get arrested after 60ish days. There have been some families fleeing from war and taken residency in the airport. Or like Gary Austin from the UK, he simply missed his flight and could not afford another flight. If I do ever live in an airport, that will most likely be the reason why.

You airport non-residential,







New Zealand Wine Region – Gisborne

If you are familiar with New Zealand wine, the go-to is Sauvignon Blanc and Pinot Noir. What if I told you there was more to New Zealand than just that?! And I mean lots more, Italian varietals, Pinotage, Chenin Blanc. All the beautiful things I so far haven’t seen on an export market.  Keep in mind, the only markets I am exposed to is that of Canada and the United States, I frequent quite often for school and capitalize on any near-by wine regions when I can. Regularly exploring their supermarket wines as we do not have that same privilege in Canada. Am I an export aficionado? Not by any means. Do I love to try new things as much as my budget allows? Yes. So you can only imagine my excitement as I discovered there is so much more to NZ than Sauv Blanc. Especially from regions outside of Marlborough. I completely geeked out and Kyle made fun of me the entire time. 

So, the first wine region I spent any time in was Gisborne. This wine region is very small but has some amazing gems hidden away inside. They are dominated by white wines here but do produce good reds. Travelling at the end of summer to a smaller region meant that a lot of the cellar doors had closed or had shorter hours. With trying to balance travel and wine tasting, I chose 3 wineries to explore: Bushmere Estates, Matawhero and Millton Wines.


The first winery we went to was Matawhero Wines.

Fun Fact:  New Zealand pronounces ‘Wh’ as ‘If’.

This was a beautiful countryside winery that had a dog out front, big tree cascading over an outdoor picnic area and a large field to the left before being surrounded by their vines. This winery originally was opened in 1968 by Bill Irwin, supplying grapes to other wineries before his son established their own label in the mid 1970’s. The 1977 Gewurtz won 4th in a show in Paris, the ‘78 vintage was apparently even better and they claim the Queen even used to drink it!

The Irwins than retired from the wine industry in ‘99 selling to the Searle family in 2008 who took on the huge challenge of fixing the house, re-establishing the vineyard and relaunching the label. Australian born, Kirsten who worked at Villa Maria had hoped to launch her own label. Once the Matahwero opportunity came about, it was hard not to take on the challenge. The family was so very kind and accommodating to my never-ending questions and pestering about the history of the winery and New Zealand wine.

So my wine flight consisted of a Rosé to start (I have noticed wine tasting “order” is done a little bit differently than what I am used too.) Their range of wines varies from the Matawhero Range (think of it as a house range) Church Range (small and unique parcels) and the Irwin Range which is mostly their top line Chardonnay. Led with some whites, the infamous Gewurztraminer, coming from the first vineyard of Gew planted in NZ, Chenin Blanc, Arneis and Albarino. Mostly all grown on the estate, if not from other family vineyards in NZ. You can now understand my excitement as I prepped my palate for nothing but grassy, gooseberry Sauvignon Blanc. We then ended off with Malbec which was delicious. Similar to Argentinian Malbec and a blessing in comparison to British Columbia Malbec. It is big and bold with ripe black fruit and ripe tannins with a long finish. All the wines I had tried were exceptional wines or classic examples. The Albarino has much more fruit to it than I have previously experienced and the Arneis was funky and citrus. I didn’t touch any Sauvignon Blanc or Pinot Noir and couldn’t be happier.


Overall, it was an absolute amazing winery experience, I would 100% recommend going to this winery. They also offer platters to accompany their amazing wines. I could easily spend an afternoon here hanging out with friends drinking and eating! All in-depth reviews of the wines I tried will be linked below once available.

The next winery I went to was Bushmere Estates. This is another family owned winery with over 40 years of winegrowing experience. They have a restaurant on site called “The Vines”. We did approach the winery near the closing hours of the winery, I had limited expectations of an actual tasting or anything further. They were very accommodating in that aspect. They offer their entire portfolio of wines for $5/flight of 5 wines. Kyle chose whites, I chose reds. They didn’t offer their sparkling on the tasting but did their dessert wine. 

One of the larger wineries I have been to thus far in my journey, it reaches 17 HA in the “Central Valley Region” of Gisborne. This winery didn’t offer a very intimate experience, I feel like they cater to more of a busy, crowded vibe of large groups as they do offer indoor or outdoor tastings. You find a seat either on a table or at the bar and someone will approach you with a menu and after you choose your wines, the wine flight. I always look forward to knowing as much as I can about the wine, winery, winemaking, vineyards etc. Did not have that option here but they did provide tasting notes which is always great. Overall, it was a very beautiful place. There was a lot of people in business suits coming from lunch, probably a great place to hold some meetings over food and wine. For the wines, I thought the Gewurztraminer was a poor example. I found it off-dry, flabby and no finish. Pinot Grigio, Rose and unoaked Chardonnay were all classic examples with good acidity and medium long finish. The oaked Chardonnay was very elegant and oak very well integrated. As most wineries do, the tasting notes are always very lavish and slightly overdramatic. I would be too as a winemaker, I see no fault in that. I was very excited for the Italian reds, while not won over by the Sangiovese/Montepulciano blend, the single varietal Montepulciano was classic. The Italians would probably have a much different opinion from me but it did remind me of your $10-$15 table wine. The Sangiovese and Montepulciano blend was a fruit bomb, some earthiness but overall medium tannins, easy drinking blend. Same with the single varietal Montepulciano, lots of smooth, ripe fruit. Well rounded with softer tannins. I wasn’t crazy for the Merlot, it was a little dapper in style. So far, all the Malbecs I have tried have been phenomenal. They are full of ripe fruit, sweet spice and smooth, medium (+) tannins. To finish the tasting was the Diavolo Rosso, 100% fortified Montepulciano. Next, to the Gew, this was also disappointing. There was such a minuscule amount to taste that perhaps I could not do it justice but I did not care for it. It sounds a lot cooler than it really is. It was sweet with ripe blackberry but clumsy and awkward, following through with mediocre acidity and not a great finish. Not having much experience in the fortified Italians, I am perhaps not the best to be reviewing. There was no wow factor in it for me. Overall experience, it was an average experience! They do a large variety of wines and some different varietals for NZ. Pretty neat, not overly swooned by the wines. 

To finish the day off, we went to Millton Winery. This was totally one of my other favourite wineries. It was a very personal informative tasting. The girl hosting was actually from Oregon, USA. There was barrels everywhere and biodynamic calendars and horns around. A little bit about this winery, it was the first practicing biodynamic winery not only in New Zealand but in the Southern Hemisphere, practicing since 1984. They own 30 HA, produce 10,000 cases and a wide range of wine in their portfolio. My tasting started with the Rosé (see what I mean about tasting order) Syrah dominated with Malbec and Viognier. It was amazing, off-dry, sweet spice and aromatic. Following with a Chardonnay, Fun Fact: Gisborne is the self-proclaimed capital of NZ for Chardonnay. Another interesting fact about this winery is they use their barrels for decades for neutral ageing and barrel fermenting having barrels from the 80’s and 90’s. One of the oldest and largest wineries in New Zealand, they are very well known for their Chenin Blanc.  This particular wine goes through 4 pickings in a season to achieve a beautiful well rounded, zesty, floral and peachy Chenin. Done in a Vouvray style, they suggest 10 – 15 years ageing. However,  the 1984 vintage is still drinking now. Very cool.

Fun Fact: One of the vineyards owned by the winery is the Naboth’s vineyard, this is the first vineyard in the world to see sunlight.

Some vineyard information I was able to learn was that while New Zealand was hit with Phyloxerra, a lot of the vines are still on original rootstock. The winery has a few plots that sit on volcanic and clay rocks that the Phyloxerra didn’t like it and resulted in some isolated plots completely unaffected on their original rootstocks. There is no chaptalization or acidification and all inoculated with indigenous yeasts. It is biodynamic and they fully practice all methods. The labels for their Crazy by Nature line are all astrological symbols that mean something to the winery and owners themselves. Creative labels, high alcohol (13.5% for NZ) and very well-made wines. I did not have a single wine here I did not like.

I did not try the Sparkling Muscat @ Dawn but heard a few customers raving about it. Perhaps something to try in the future! I would go to this winery again and again and a must visit for wine tasting in the Gisborne area! Very knowledgeable not only about their wines but also about Gisborne itself. Old world style, nothing overly funky in the biodynamic/natural winemaking sense that sometimes can happen. Very reasonable price points. They are looking to export and any importer would be lucky to have them in their portfolio.


All full tasting notes of the wines will be linked below once available.

Driving in New Zealand; The Country of Roundabouts

I kid you not, we have gone through more roundabouts than I have in my entire life. That probably seems to be very naive as I did not nor have lived in Europe where they seem to be apart of the everyday life. However, being a local from the Fraser Valley in BC, I thought I knew roundabouts. Lies. All lies. There is nothing but roundabouts and we have maybe crossed a dozen lights at most. At this point, we have travelled around 1800 km. Taking that into consideration, our roundabout to kilometres travelled is very high. This island life we are adapting too is very, very interesting so far. I must say, traffic flows well as most people know how to use a roundabout verse our city folk in the valley that don’t. Being a relatively new thing in our hometown, the comparison is night and day.

Have we gotten used to driving on the left side? Not really. We no longer drive into the wrong side of traffic however it doesn’t get any better. The roads are very narrow here. We have only seen a handful of F-250’s and alike. Toyota dominates here. Most are single cab with a flat deck on the back as farming is HUGE. Cows and sheep are superior here on the island.

Single lane bridges are very common. There is also a further lack of four-way stops and street signs. We do not spend very much time in cities so perhaps, we are biased in our road observations. Kyle states (who used to be a parts driver for the Metro Vancouver area) that drivers are much better here. Seems to be a general lack of idiocracy. I also do believe that not many people here are in a rush, the island has a constant state of “perma-holiday daze”. This is all very refreshing when you think of Vancouver or any surrounding cities. We have been honked at many times, but in a happy you let me pass honk if that makes sense? A cute toot-toot verse a long honk with a finger following shortly after.

Does everyone drive in the same lane unless passing? YEEEEES. If you have ever driven on Highway 1 (Trans Canada Highway), you probably understand the frustration felt when there are semi’s everywhere, slow drivers and alike trickled between the 2 – 4 lanes on the highway. Most highways here don’t exceed 2 lanes, up to 6 at the most in larger cities and everyone stays in the corresponding lane. Unbelievable, it can happen. There is hope for Canada, we must just wait, adjust and hope for the best. 

One thing I must say is that while GPSing on the island, you must pay very close attention to the roads. I never actually “start” the GPS because I am under the impression that it uses much more data than the regular Google Maps because you have a lady yelling at you when to turn in X number of metres I don’t understand. There have been many times, its been like “the road looks like it goes straight” or “we stay along this highway” and then 2 minutes in we realize we are on the wrong route. Turns out, highways are not as blatantly obvious as I am used too and a lot of highways merge into other highways and it is a little confusing. However, you will come to know I am terrible with directions and perhaps this adds to the confusion. Next time you travel to New Zealand and are the official “Direction Giver”  You let me know how hard the roads are to navigate. A couple have been very surprising.

Overall, you are travelling on cute, country roads filled with sheep and cows, the occasional goats. Every once in awhile, they will be on the roads and it is good to be wary of them as they can be unpredictable. You do often come across gravel roads and I haven’t quite figured out how they pave their roads. I have 2 brothers in paving for LaFarge, Canada and they don’t quite understand but it has to do with the heat and humidity. We decided to go for the extra insurance on our camper van, which protects tyres (they spell it differently), windscreens (windshield) and rock chips. We have already gotten a crack in our windshield and that happened …. Day 3? I feel it’s a very common thing out here. I would recommend the extra insurance.

Kyle’s Tip and Tricks: For navigating the roads of New Zealand – Get a better navigator (that’s me), be prepared to go to the left (to the left, everything you own in a Toyota to the left) and life’s like a circle. What comes around, goes around. Mainly roundabouts. 

Until the next roundabout,

Maddi and Kyle


Camping in New Zealand

While we got a campervan for the purpose of “freedom camping” we underestimated how much we would want 1. Shower 2. Wifi. There isn’t that great of a travel/international plan offered by either of our carriers, Rogers or Telus. So we decided to go with mine, Rogers for their completely unaffordable $12/day up to 15 days for the month to “Roam like Home”. You will soon learn we frequent the States a lot and at 6$/day up to 10 days, this is completely manageable. My fault for assuming but this means that for our trip, there can be up to $180 extra added to my phone bill. My bill is regularly $110 for 10GB of data and all the unlimited text and call features. We heavily rely on Google Maps for our trip and usually google things once we get to an area. Basically, I am looking at a $300 phone bill for the first month of our travels before I am settled at the winery with consistent wifi. I will forever live off of Whatsapp, FB Messenger, Emails and Samsung Wifi Calling.

So far, this is day 5, we are currently on the Interislander Ferry crossing the Cook Straight to get to Picton, South Island. It is an absolutely gorgeous day out, we are sunburnt and loving it. Mostly I am sunburnt, Kyle just gets darker, it is completely unfair. We basically had a small nap on the top deck and now currently are in one of the restaurants that face the ocean and offers copious amounts of liquor and coffee. My kind of place to be.

These last few days we have spent our time in either “Holiday Parks” or in freedom camping areas. The first night we settled in Paihia at the Waitangi Holiday Park, it included wifi, power and showers.

The second night we settled by Okere Falls in Rotorua, the places smells like a “giant fart” so kindly put by my friend Natalie as it is filled with natural hot springs, mud and sulphur pools. We did attempt to go Hells Gate, a spa that offers the above and one of the largest waterfalls in the Southern Hemisphere. However, our love for the Shire interfered and we were delayed, not making it for the final entry time into the spa. We will survive, but I would recommend going to it as it was $79/person and if you make it by 8 pm, you get to do the “Twilight Bath” and bask in the earth under the stars. LOTR fans, I do recommend doing the 5 pm and later tours as they are a little less crowded (it can get up to 120 people/tour and more/less intimate with the guide). It was around 2.5 hours from the Matamata site. The site we stayed at was completely free, consisting of friendly car campers hanging out and off the grid, had no cell service and decent sky viewings. In the morning, we went for a walk and discovered the white water rapids, caves and cool kayaking spots for the thrill seekers.

The third night we had settled in Gisborne (Gis-Bin) right on the beach at Makori Beach Rd. There are public washrooms and a phenomenal surf beach. We had driven up into Tolaga Bay and further before coming back to the spot and the entire coast was riddled with surfers. So to camp here, in the actual gravel parking lot, there will be a “No Camping” sign, it’s to the left on the grassy area that we camped for free and undisturbed. We went for a swim in the morning, the ocean was warm and salty. There was also an abundance of kids who were learning surf lessons and it was one of the coolest things we had seen. Coming from the other side of the Pacific Ocean surfing is more of a Vancouver Island thing. The ocean is not that warm on that side but definitely just as salty. Kyle hates salt water but he still swam with me. The waves were the fun part, some of them took us out. We were rarely above shoulder height in the water and every once in awhile, I completely panicked as there was seaweed touching my feet and that is not okay with me.

On day four, we settled for a Holiday Park called Kennedy Park and Resort in Napier. This resort included showers, outdoor/indoor games area and a restaurant/bar on site. We paid around $45 dollars for a powered site and it was totally worth it. First, I challenged Kyle to a giant game of chess outdoors. Long story short, we were at a standoff until an 8-year-old yelled at Kyle for not putting me in checkmate. I like to think that he didn’t know he could and/or I as an opponent had a strategic placement of pawns. (Jk I didn’t but a girl can dream).

Day five, we are back to sitting on the Interislander Ferry. Like I said at the beginning of this post, it is gorgeous out. A perfect day for a ferry crossing. The ferry lasts anywhere from 3 to 3.5 hours.

So, while I am sitting here typing part of this paragraph, a couple beside us is like where are you from?? We are like, Vancouver Canada for simplicity sake. They say, “small world, where?” We answer with Surrey and Abbotsford. They answer with Langley and Chilliwack. No matter where you are in the world, you never escape the Fraser Valley.

Our destination is Blenheim, in the motel I will be staying at for the duration of my harvest work. It is called “Bings Motel” and currently situated in what I believe is downtown Blenheim, very accessible for what seems to be all of our needs. The current room has 2 beds, the double is much softer than the single, we have a super cute stove, cooking appliances and a bathroom. For the low price we are paying weekly, I can’t say we require anything further. There is a 36” TV above the single bed and we are watching Dumb and Dumber. Not any different than what would be our current life in Canada.

Camping thus far in our New Zealand career, has been fairly easy. We regularly are a couple that entertains truck stops and Wal Mart parking lots as a source of sleep. With neither of those things a big thing out here, we have had to adjust. I think we have done pretty well so far and all we have done is google “free camping sites *insert place*”. Sometimes heavy planning or lack of planning gets in the way, so far we are living in the sweet spot.

Until next time,

Maddi and Kyle