The only thing I knew about Prince Edward Island before deciding to go there was that Malpeque Oyster’s were very desirable. Being a West Coast Oyster man myself, that didn’t mean much to me. Nonetheless, that’s all I knew.

But DAMN. Prince Edward Island is easily one of the most beautiful heavenly places I have ever visited. It is literally endless vistas, rolling hills, epic shores, manicured farmland, and again, super nice Canadians. We started off in Charlottetown and dined at the Gahan House, the local brewer’s restaurant.

After exploring the charming city, we hit up Prince Edward Island National Park, which was literally miles of pristine beaches with little forests and sand dunes. Apart from a few designated swimming areas you could explore the beach and feel like you were in Interstellar or something.

The other thing about Prince Edward Island is the food game is on point. Since they produce so much of their own food, there is an abundance of dining options. Highlights are obviously seafood, but also the dairy! Best Gouda of my life, followed by Gouda Pizza!

Every stop along the way has been incredible, and in their own way. Prince Edward Island takes the cake for being the most official hidden gem.

New Brunswick, Fundy National Park, and the largest tide in the World

I never paid much attention to tides until this trip. New Brunswick borders the northwestern side of the Bay of Fundy, and in addition to whale watching and some of the freshest seafood, this body of water is known to have the longest tides in the world. The tides are so drastic here that it was always something to notice every day. We rarely think of these natural cycles that occur for every ocean, and how it affects us, being over 70% water ourselves!

We walked out on the ocean floor for what seemed like miles to where the water was pulled back during low tide. We splashed through the little pools of water left behind, admired the perfectly shaped seashells and watched as crabs dug their way into the sand. As we revisited some of these spots where we witnessed low tide, we were amazed to see the ocean floor we had previously walked on, completely submerged as the tide was in.

As much of as there was Ocean, there was plenty of Forest! Filled with Red Spruce, Oak, Maple, these forests were once one of the largest lumber resources in Canada.

The people were warm and cheerful, and love their land. It’s a great vibe!



When Kristin and I began talking about some sort of extended traveling, we had many options. Costa Rica, West Coast, living in Granada, and the list goes on. In all of these places there was always one simple core desire: to commune with Nature.  

Three weeks, and half way through our road trip, we finally pierced through the layers of commotion in our hearts and minds, and found the fountain of infinite inspiration within ourselves at Acadia National Park.

Environments pull forth ways of being. The mixture of the physical aspects, the people, the energies, all combine to have us be certain ways. In New York City, people tend to be a certain way, in California another, and so on. For many, when we are with our friends we are one way, with our families another, and co workers even another. We show up how we think we should, and how we think we should show up is many times dependent on how others and the  environment want or expect us to show up. This makes transforming ourselves seem challenging, because we are often unaware of these forces.

In exploring oneself and the world, one can find which environments truly bring out their best natures. For myself, I am my best when I am able to meditate, be physically active, and be with nature. In New York it was hard to be that ultimate version of myself. So I took extreme action, backing out of an extremely lucrative career, in search of something more valuable.

Spending a week on the majestic Mt. Desert Island has affirmed what I have known for a long time.  Sometime it takes immense courage, and stepping completely into the shadows of the unknown, to know yourself deeper. Spending time here, I have found what I was looking for. Which I knew was always inside of me, but needed a new environment to help pull it out.

Now we have three more weeks to play in Canada before I am off to a long awaited return to Burning Man, and then a lifetime of constant exploration!

New Hampshire. Live Free or Die!

Live Free or Die!

That is literally the motto of New Hampshire. And I love it. Being on a two-month road trip, I think that I have taken on the New Hampshire gumption for not giving any F’s.

That being said, New Hampshire is also extremely peaceful. We planned to spend a few days in the White Mountain National Forest, but ended up staying a week. The air and water were clean, and everyone was in a good mood.  White Mountain is a big ski area for New Englander’s, and the town of North Conway was full of vacationing families. It was still charming, because the vibes are very chill, and ski towns are cool in the summer.

Highlights were the swimming holes. Nothing like clean mountain water to refresh after a long a hike. Camping was ill too,  at Russel Pond up in the mountains.

Lastly, we saw (not pictured) a bear, moose, and heard the wolves howling. 

The Cape

Shooting the Sunset from Rocky Harbor

Shooting the Sunset from Rocky Harbor

Going with the flow.

It's real easy to get caught up in the day to day activities of our ambitions and desires. And before you know it, you're forcing things rather than allowing, creating resistance through your efforts rather than making progress.

I've decided to spend the next few months traveling, so that I can get back in the "flow".  First stop was Cape Cod.

We spent the first two nights camping in Nickerson State Park, which I highly recommend if camping on the Cape. That being said, they mismanaged our camp site and we had to pack up a day early. Instead of moving to another site, we figured something would reveal itself. Of course, as as fate would have it, we had dear friends staying in Wellfleet, and they invited us over to chill. We set out to be rugged and do camping, but the flow led us into the loving hands of our tribe in a luxurious setting. 

We ended up crashing for three nights and made some new lifelong friends from all over the world. It was a magical three days that allowed us to integrate into living out of our pick-up truck with grace, and gave us the opportunity to ground ourselves in the daily practices we want to reinforce while on this trip.

We did a lot of bike riding, swam in majestic ponds, ooo'ed and ah'ed the sunsets, meditated, crushed some lobster, yoga'ed, got devoured by all sorts of biting creatures, ate and drank merrily, ran into a coyote, and took a lot of photos. We checked out Provincetown, which is full of art and characters, and traversed the ocean floor as the low tide exposed miles of beach. Splinter had the time of his life too.

Funny story about P-Town: First time I went to Cape Cod was when I was hired for a production shoot. I was called and asked to shoot "Bears". They mentioned whale watching too, so I thought I would be bolstering my reel with some wild life footage. Sick, no?

Turns out there are no Bears in Cape Cod (duh)... except for the very large, very hairy, and very gay men who call themselves Bears. In fact, I was hired to shoot Bear week, which is essentially Bear Spring Break. Needless to say, for a 20 year old from Queens, it was an uncomfortable culture shock if there ever was. You see, they called me a "cub" because I was a smaller hairy man, and "cubs" are very desirable to Bears... 

So after a few days of resisting, and wishing I was 200 pounds bigger to fight these Bears, I got over my homophobia, and learned that being objectified feels terrible.

Anyways, Provincetown is amazing and I always wanted to go back. It just so happened to be Bear week again! 10 years later, I'm back, and it's nice to see how far I've come, and to see how much more growth I have yet to do. 

All that aside, enjoy the photos and leave some comments :-)