solo travel
You've got somewhere to go, but no one to go with; solo travel is the nexus of independence and opportunity.
Why Everyone Should Travel Solo at Least Once In Their Life
Solo travel has always sounded exciting to me. Something I thought that maybe one day I would do, when this happens or that happens and suddenly it would be the best idea and I would run away on this crazy adventure. Bla Bla Bla....
By Ashley Clayton8 years ago in Wander
Flying Solo
Just last weekend I decided to get in one last surf trip before winter hit, as I had done many times before. This time around I was heading to Los Angeles alone. It was a tough decision being that I had never traveled alone; I don’t even like going to the grocery store alone, so just imagine my dilemma. I remember booking the flight with some hesitation, but if we’re being honest, it was the best decision I’ve made thus far.
By Stephanie Fanuz8 years ago in Wander
11,307 Feet
I came up here to write. Well, to write and look at the scenery. I was hoping the latter would help with the first but it’s really having the reverse effect. I had hoped that, in the face of a pristine sunset over a landscape of pure solidified natural wonder, I would be overwhelmed with important, impactful, inspiring words begging to be put down on my paper. Instead, I am struck by how utterly incapable my own thoughts are at articulating my view from a mile above the desert valley below.
By Robby Brothers8 years ago in Wander
Reindeer Hunt, East Iceland
After two weeks in Iceland, my final week was spent in the Eastern Mountains with my Workaway host and a few of his friends hunting reindeer. My host had been waiting five years for this and finally, this year, he won the lottery to hunt reindeer.
By Tatiana Ragsdale8 years ago in Wander
Through the Heart of Mount Whitney
I’ve done a lot of ambitious things in my life, but amongst the hardest was waking up at 3 AM to climb the highest peak in the States, trek 7,000 feet of elevation, by myself, then hike back down with enough time to make it home for dinner. Some could call me crazy, but I don't think I'm alone in the fact that I crave something more than a monotonous 9 to 5.
By Lana Nevers8 years ago in Wander
The Precipice
It was colder than I had expected. The wind was welcome, but became icy quite rapidly. The sweat that covered each layer of my clothing stuck to my glistening skin, growing colder with every gust of mountain breeze. There was no refuge from the sting. The irregular shapes of perspiration had formed a splotchy pattern on my zip-up hoodie. Darker patches of black grew steadily, staining my hoodie like lakes amidst an arid landscape. I opened my mouth to taste the air, but it punished me by taking my breath away. The blood inside my teeth sent shockwaves through my jaw, corroborating the obvious: fall was here. As my muscles began to relax, my pulse slowed. There was a different, louder crunch beneath my feet, as I made my way to the precipice. The trees were changing, and there were so many of them. They were different here. In time, we would see which ones were deciduous, and which ones will live forever. After all, time reveals everything.
By Solachi Voz8 years ago in Wander
Quest of the Phoenix 2017 (11)
Since I’d fallen asleep so late last night, I did not get up this morning until 7:45, the latest of the entire trip. I showered and then found it to be raining outside. Heading to the office, they had no breakfast, but at least they had coffee (which was a relief since there was no coffee-maker in the room). I thus finished off the last of the dry food I’d brought for Firstmeal and opted to leave a bit earlier than planned, since I only had about a five-hour drive today and I wanted to consume more fattening, horrible shite from purveyors yet untested. I seemed to have missed my chance to try Chick-Fil-A, White Castle, Church’s Chicken, or Whattaburger, but another burger franchise still awaited. In Michigan City, Indiana, to be precise.
By Nathan Sturm8 years ago in Wander
Quest of the Phoenix 2017 (10)
I rose via alarm (Did I mention that I brought my own alarm clock?) at about 7:15. I showered almost immediately so that I could grab breakfast (which was minimal but adequate) without stinking too badly and returned to my room to study my route for the day yet again. At some point someone knocked on the door and a child’s voice said, “Hi.”
By Nathan Sturm8 years ago in Wander
