Backpacking the Juan de Fuca Trail

The understory of the forest bursted brillant gradients of green all around us. The electric mosses swept the forest floor while dark green fingers of ferns reached out from the brown ground, stacked one on another on another until you couldn’t tell where one began and another ended.

How Housesitting Changed Our Lives

In return, we got to cuddle their cats, trail run with their dogs and collect their chicken eggs for our breakfast omelettes. We built fires in their wood stoves, shovelled their walkways and watered their house plants. We loved ‘trying on people's lives’ for weeks at a time, meeting their neighbours, reading their books, exploring their community and the local trails. They returned home just in time for us to move on to the next, novel adventure.