Day Fifty Seven: 1245.8 – 1269.9km (+12.2km)

I know I’ve had a lot of good days out here. The standard has been set high. I’ve gone from desert wastelands to rocky mountains to bubbling creeks. I’ve touched the Mexican-United States ‘wall’, walked just about thirteen hundred kilometres from there, and climbed one of the country’s highest mountains. Even so, I think it’s … Continue reading Day Fifty Seven: 1245.8 – 1269.9km (+12.2km)

Pipe Dreams

After "Wait - how far?!", or "Solo? Are you serious?", and "So when do you leave?", The most common question I get asked is "Are you ready?" And I don't really have an answer. Ready is relative, I believe. Do I have a tent? A backpack? Yes. Sleeping bag? Yep, and I even chose my own … Continue reading Pipe Dreams


When I left for the Americas two months ago, I didn't have a home to return to. I had friends who've become family, a job I love, and a gorgeous corner of Australia that I knew I'd head back to - but I didn't have a bed waiting for me, or my favourite shampoo and … Continue reading Home


Technically, I only visited Aspen for lunch. My family lives half a hour from there in a valley bordered by majestic mountains, with a freezing creek running beside the house and a pristine lake just a stones throw away (if you have a good arm). The cold snap hasn’t quite hit yet, but there was … Continue reading Aspen

No More Snails

My bags are packed. My hair has been washed for the last time for seven days. I just spent five minutes picking the sultanas out of my ziplock bag of muesli (airport meals are ridiculously priced). Next stop, Prague. I'm open to every adventure and challenge before me - I'm just hoping that there aren't … Continue reading No More Snails