Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Baby, Baby Please Don't Go

Upon embarking on our second all American road trip we decided to revisit a few spots on the West Coast that had left their marks on our hearts. The destination at the top of this list was Big Sur. We spent a glorious three days here last April and I couldn't bare to leave the USA without one last journey to the ancient redwoods. As luck would have it, our beloved campsite #8 was awaiting us with open arms.

Days on the road are usually filled to the brim with driving, pawing through antique stores and searching for somewhere to pull over and slumber once the sun sets. To be in one place for more than 24 hours feels like quite a luxury. I've whittled away the hours down by the river reading Great Expectations. I always feel a tad stand offish when I begin reading classic literature, but as usual I've been won over by the charms of yesteryear.

With only a handful of chapters to go I'd love to hear some recommendations for my next read!

Friday, January 25, 2013

A place to call home

After a near year of travel the time has come for us to find a place to call home. Come February we will be packing our swags and heading to Sydney. It's been one hell of an adventure, from the West Coast to the East Coast and everywhere in between. We spent a sweltering summer in Florida, lived the dream in a crumbling Brooklyn warehouse, hiked our way through dozens of National Parks, camped out in goodness knows how many Walmart's and soaked up enough Americana to last a lifetime. Oh and to top it off we got engaged, the land of opportunity has treated us well!

As much as I will miss the indescribable freedom of living on the road, exciting things await us back home. I will be returning to my handmade clothing label, something I have missed dearly whilst being abroad and Oli will be studying animation at UTS.

To all the wonderful people I have met during this odyssey, it's been an absolute pleasure and you shan't be forgotten. To any Sydney siders out there, lets get acquainted!

Monday, January 21, 2013

Desert Dweller

After diving head first into the Deep South we finally made it to the West Coast! I wanted to quickly stop in and say howdy doo before we disappear yet again, this time into the depths of Yosemite National Park. We are fresh out of Joshua Tree and golly does it seem strange to be back in civilization after five days of desert camping.

It sure was hard to pull our selves away from the howling coyotes, handsome cacti and some of the most beautiful sunrises I have ever seen, but I'm sure Yosemite will hold its own in the scenic stakes. During our stay I embraced a sort of Picnic at Hanging Rock meets 1920s desert dweller look and discovered (to quote little Edie) that it was indeed the very best costume for the day.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Coney Island Dream

Photographs by Oliver

You may remember back in October when Oli and I spent a day at Coney Island, eating hot dawgs and riding the Wonder Wheel. I blogged about it here but it completely slipped my mind that Oli was snapping away on black and white film. These photographs pretty accurately convey the creepy feeling that lingered in the air, fun parks are usually pretty spooky but Coney really takes the cake. It wouldn't have surprised me to see ghosts from bygone eras riding the ancient Merry-Go-Round or strolling along the boardwalk hand in hand.

This week we've made a big ol' dent in the Deep South and waved farewell to North Carolina, Tennessee, Mississipi and Louisiana. We are currently smack bang in the middle of Texas eating as much BBQ as physically possible and eyeing off some mighty fine ten gallon hats worn by the locals. 

Friday, January 11, 2013

A cabin in the woods

The last four days have been spent camping out in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. We took  many a hike, Oli started many a rip roaring fire and we stumbled upon many a cabin deep in the woods, this darling little guy had to be my very favourite. I found it hard not to picture us spending the rest of our days on its quaint little front porch gazing out at the picturesque mountain peaks with warm cups of tea in our paws.

The blouse I'm wearing in these photographs is near and dear to my heart. Mum bought it in Sydney in 1974 before heading overseas for the very first time. It travelled with her to just about every island in the South Pacific and to many other exotic destinations. I will have to dig up my favourite photo of her wearing it at the airport surrounding by a bevy of friends and family, all decked out in the most amazing 70's threads. I wore it like a badge of honour when I first ventured overseas in 2008 and was delighted when she handed it to me once again before we departed from Sydney last year.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

The owls are not what they seem

Greetings from Charleston, South Carolina! After triumphantly overcoming a somewhat rocky start to our journey, we are finally on the open road again, sleeping in forests, listening to Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti on repeat and living like gypsies. With many rolls of film yet to develop I thought I'd share some shots from the last leg of our road trip.

Back in May Oli and I took a trip to North Bend, Washington, the home of Twin Peaks. We visited the Hotel Great Northern, Ronette's bridge, the winding road from the opening credits and a bunch of smaller landmarks. The handsome picture of Woody was taken from the spot where Laura and Donna picnicked and danced with James Hurley.

The highlight of the day had to be drinking a damn fine cup of coffee and eating cherry pie at the Double R Diner (Twede's). I got so darn caught up in the moment that I could've sworn Bobby Brigg's was sitting right opposite me...