Mackintosh Homestead: Lyndeborough, New Hampshire

“Live free or die” greeted me from the license plates of cars I passed as the interstate gave way to windy rural highways, and contemporary suburbs faded away as repurposed mills rose up. Houses stretched farther and farther apart as thick green forest with just the first hints of autumn colors eagerly filled in the gaps. It was hot…

10 Lessons from the Road

Somehow it’s been almost eight months since I started this road trip: I’ve survived 236 days roaming the country in a car that’s hellbent on breaking down in inconvenient places. I’ve worked on nine farms, couchsurfed in eight cities, pitched my tent in nineteen campgrounds, crashed in fourteen hotels, and slept in one Walmart parking lot. I’ve visited family and friends…

Exploring the Fourth Coast

In my last blog post, I talked about leaving a WWOOF host early. I packed up, left a note, and then got in the car and started driving to… well, I had no idea where I was going. I wasn’t due to start at my next farm for another five days, and since I wasn’t sure…

A Fortnight with Krishna

I arrived on the day the koi were fed for the first time since they began their winter hibernation. It was radiantly sunny – a welcome change after colder days in Montana and Idaho – and small groups of people in both street clothes and traditional Indian dress strolled through the grounds, many taking photos posed…

Exploring the Olympic Peninsula

Last month I finally realized my dream of visiting the Olympic Peninsula and walking through the Hoh Rainforest. (Mom, if you’re reading this, I know that technically I’d already been, but visiting a place as a toddler doesn’t really count, does it?) It was absolutely worth the wait. I fully believe that I inherited my love of…

On wanderlust and restlessness

Last month I found myself wandering alone up an Issaquah trail through mud and drizzle because I was convinced that if I spent just one more minute inside I was going to lose my mind. Before leaving her house, I told my grandmother “I need dirt” as means of explanation. Did I sound a bit crazy?…

It’s been 50 days since I left San Francisco…

…and exactly one week before I leave the familiarity of the West Coast. Next Monday I’ll be leaving my grandmother’s home in Bellevue, WA, and crossing through Idaho, Montana, and then Idaho again (I’m bypassing my trip to Yellowstone because it’s still hitting -8F there – brrr!) before heading into Utah for a WWOOF gig…

Lost Hills, CA

“I experienced that sinking feeling you get when you know you have conned yourself into doing something difficult and there’s no going back. It’s all very well, to set off on a train with no money telling yourself that you’re really quite a brave and adventurous person, and you’ll deal capably with things as they…

YAY! I’M A GRADUATE!

Two weeks ago, I submitted my last assignment to San Francisco State University. An hour later, I locked up the Journalism Department and slid my keys under my supervisor’s door. When I left the humanities building for the last time, I left as an unemployed college graduate. It was strange to have my employment tied to…

FIVE BOOKS FOR THE INTREPID WOMAN TRAVELER

Books are wonderful. They smell good. They feel good in your hands. They can transport you to other places. Some books can even encourage you to really go to places you might have told yourself are too foreign or too scary or just too far off the beaten path. These books inform, entertain, and inspire.…

WHY WWOOF?

  In the communal kitchen at Buttercup Farms Garden in Clayton, Calif., two walls are covered with photos of past guests. Jorie Hanson, the farm’s manager, doesn’t know exactly how many people have passed through since the farm’s opening in 1986, but said that a hundred of those people have been WWOOFers that have come…