Off into the great unknown
Left base camp (my front door) full of courage. Returned at 07:04 for the sandwiches I forgot. Departed again, slightly less dramatically.
Fearless explorer of forests, mountains and the far side of the backyard. I've been lost in 14 countries (and found in 13). Here are my maps, my stories and my snacks.
See expeditions Say helloMy first expedition was at age four, when I crawled under the kitchen table with a flashlight and three crackers and refused to come out until I'd "discovered something." I discovered a lost raisin. A legend was born.
Today I travel by foot, canoe and occasionally by rolling downhill. My compass mostly points to "snacks," my tent has been described by a moose as "honestly kind of sad," and I have never once folded a map back the right way.
Brave journeys into the unknown. Results may vary. No ducks were harmed, though several were mildly inconvenienced.
Notes scribbled by headlamp. Some pages are smudged with marshmallow.
Left base camp (my front door) full of courage. Returned at 07:04 for the sandwiches I forgot. Departed again, slightly less dramatically.
Met a very large, very fierce beast on the trail. Upon closer inspection: a hedgehog. We stared at each other for eleven minutes. He won. I took the long way around.
Something was rustling outside the tent. Bravely pretended to be asleep for two hours. It was my own stomach. Ate a granola bar. Peace returned to the forest.
Planted my flag at the top of the mighty peak. A grandma walking her poodle informed me it was "just a hill." She's not an explorer, so I don't think she gets a vote.
“I'm not lost. I'm on an unscheduled scenic detour.”— Kaili, the words of a great explorer
Questions about trails, gear or which snacks are worth carrying up a mountain? Drop me a note. My pigeon, Gerald, delivers within 3–5 business days, depending on how many breadcrumbs he finds along the way.