I can count on my fingers the number of plastic water bottles I’ve purchased in the past two years. And no, that’s not because I survive exclusively on Diet Coke, have developed an advanced set of minimart shoplifting techniques, or (now I’m getting really crazy) stick solely to regions of the world with clean tap water. It’s…

Bon bini a Bonaire! As I tried to suss what language the welcome banner at Flamingo International Airport read (answer: Papiamentu, one of the languages spoken on Bonaire alongside Dutch, English, and a dash of Spanish — and yes, the airport is truly named after the island’s much loved and long-legged pink birds), I watched an endless string of dive gear…

Greetings from Koh Tao! It’s been a crazy busy week and in many ways I feel like I’ve barely looked up from my laptop, though these photos prove otherwise. I suppose I did sneak off for a 6am dive call time one morning, and sign off early for a 6pm sunset paddle one evening. Although the…

My passport stayed firmly in storage for months 49 and 50, in which I continued my US summer of exploration by car, plane, boat and train. Eight cities across five states might seem crazy for a two month stretch, but it’s a sign of how chaotic my life was around this time that it actually seemed…

Boston. Growing up less than three hours away in Albany, it was a frequent destination for everything from historical field trips to wholesome mother-daughter vacations. When I was in Junior High, my dad took a job there, and my mom and little sister and I started making more frequent trips to visit, in addition to his weekend…