I found myself in limbo during the winter of 2020, in-between jobs in a strained covid economy. And so, I did what any outdoors person would do with a large amount of free time on their hands. It was time to pack-up my belongings and hit the road. It was time to leave behind home comforts and go adventure-seeking. A long and ambling winter road trip finally took us down to the bottom of the South Island. And by us, I mean myself and my friend Emma, who luck would have it was just as into the outdoors, and launching themselves into any opportune adventure, as I was. Sometimes even more so than me. We had spent the road trip encouraging each other to go surfing in the brisk winter seas with no hot shower awaiting us; hiking for several days even in the rain when no-one else would and taking icy dips in glaciated lakes to the bemused stares of onlookers.
By the time we had made it the bottom of the South Island, we had perfected our routine of living out of a car, adding in adventures and making hearty meals out the back of the boot in the cold, dark early evenings. So far, we had learnt a lot, it was time to test ourselves and our friendship with a big mission.
