
I was seven. We had packed our old Toyota Landcruiser with blankets and pillows, suitcases and an old igloo filled with snacks. And we set off. My parents were good at this. Adventure. My dad would shuttle us all into the car and we would end up at a river diving in with all of our clothes and shivering our way home as he cranked the heater up. We were never prepared. Spontaneity is … [Read more...]









































