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In the two weeks we were off, we drove a total of three thousand miles North and South of Pacific Coast Highway. This entailed a kick off of our trip with a night full of White Russians at The Madonna Inn, drove through the winding roads in Big Sur at sunset, drank hot toddies at the locals only bar in Brookings, ran around the Mission in San Francisco on a Saturday night, managed to retrieve all of our belongings after being robbed blind, and celebrated the close of our road trip dancing the night away at Harvard and Stone. This road trip was a reminder of how much I live for adventures like these–moments that drag you into the present moment and the future is only as far as the road ahead. Thank you to Laura and Grant for being the best road trip companions a girl can ask for…and for one of the most breathtaking, delirious, exciting, devastating, and hilarious two weeks of my life, along with our new friends who hosted us along the way. You can trace our journey through our hashtag #Storiedventure. Stay tuned for round two.
The desire for adventure has always played a huge role in my life. I spent the dawn of my teenage years absorbing these experiences second hand from men like Jack London, Hemingway and Kerouac, hoping that words were enough to transcend my aimless fantasies into a reality. In hindsight, I learned this spirit was instilled in me by my parents, who are artists in spirit but not by craft. They’ve spent every spare dollar taking me along road trips through the Grand Canyon, the Swiss Mountains, and even off roading along the Mexican Coast–always making it a priority to stop by every fine art museum and historic landmark along the way.Outside of inheriting my parent’s wanderlust, one thing I’ve always dreamed of seeing were The Northern Lights. Every approaching autumn my father would talk with fervor about these bright dancing lights that appeared in winter only on the most remote places in the world–the destination itself was a trial to what an adventurer will do to experience one of the wonders of the world.
Although weather conditions weren’t in our favor to see the Northern Lights, the entire trip exceeded all expectations, and there is no amount of thank you’s I can write to the Aritzia Team nor the Canadian Tourism Commission to show how grateful I am to be a part of this once in a lifetime journey. From exploring the icy tundras, witnessing the caribou and mountain goats in their natural habitat, playing with snow dogs, and experiencing the triumphant end of a long hike with a breath taking view of a waterfall, exploring Canada’s Great White was a journey of a lifetime, and one I’ll always be looking back to fondly with Jules and Bonnie. A huge personal thank you to the on-site team Patricia, Luke, Michelle, and Jennifer for keeping us warm and cared for throughout the trip, and the off-site team Grace and Oliver for being terrific hosts and an inspiring source of endless conversation.
Photography by Clarke Tolton.
Aritzia Coat / Finders Keepers Camisole / Zipper Moto Skirt / Alexander Wang Boots
I’m a firm believer of pursuing a balance in life. Even if some months of my life demand hopping from one work project after the next or one flight after another, I always make sure to spend some time to detox and completely unplug from the connectivity of the internet. After a non-stop past few weeks celebrating my twenty-first, a week in the Yukon and hopping straight from a full day of travel to a two week road trip, Grant, Laura and I decided to treat ourselves to a vacation we deserve. Spent the most relaxing weekend at a beach house rental along the Oregon Coast with private access along the coast where the our foot steps was the only trace of life for miles around.
Photos by Grant Legan.