I used to live in the world's best little trailer park up in Washington. "Trailer park" may have some trashy connotations, but I could not be more grateful to have lived in a place with such a strong sense of community and fellowship (not to mention all the unforgettable characters and ghetto-fabulous adventures that came with it.) Unfortunately the land was sold and we all had to move. Since I had to give up my home, and I wasn't looking forward to a cold winter anyway, I decided to skip it this year. And that's how I came to kick it in Baja. I'm excited to see what comes next.
I prefer being outside. I'm pretty much outdoors whenever I'm not required to be indoors. If it's nice out I'm up for canoeing, camping, road tripping, lounging, or just walking toward the horizon for hours until I feel like turning around, Forrest-Gump-style. When there's snow on the ground we tend to make chair sleds and drag each other around behind the truck.
Everything can be an adventure. Whether it's going for a long drive or sitting on the curb, I keep pretty entertained. I can always make myself laugh, but if I can make others laugh, then it's a good day.
I think people are hilarious and their stories are fascinating.
Love me a good prank war.
I'm trying to learn the harmonica.
I'm design-building my little life to eventually include a location independent business and the ability to travel anytime I feel like it.
I always learn more when things don't go according to plan.
I firmly believe that happiness is a choice and comes from within.
For the last 10 years my personal philosophy has been: "Whether you think you can or you think you can't, you're right." (Henry Ford.)