and other reasons why I’m never really home until I’m far, far from my house.

Taken on the trail, during my first thru-hike in Scottish highlands. My heart aches just to see this photo.


Photo by Ava Sol on Unsplash

My heart was still trekking in the highlands.

I lived for 1.5 years in Bristol, a new home of sorts. Even during my expat life in England (which was arguably already an international adventure of its own), I got out as much as possible.


Travel. Canada. Outdoors.

Wild swimming in Garibaldi Lake, British Columbia, Canada

Yup, I did that. (Photo credit to the author)


A solo rappel down a rockface.

You know how photos always under-represent the steepness? Yeah, exactly. Credit: Rosaline/author


Hunting fossils on Kilve Beach, Somerset, England.

Credit: Rosaline Oh/author


WINTER TRAVEL

A winter hike up Mt Vedder in Chilliwack, BC, Canada

Credit: Rosaline Oh/author


Idyllic gondola ride through Yangtze River near Lijiang, Yunnan, China.

Credits: Rosaline Oh/author


Day 1 of a solo road trip to Sunshine Coast, BC

Credits: Rosaline Oh/author


A dusk hike up Glastonbury Tor in Somerset, England.

The tor on the hill, in the distance. I took this photo on the relatively ordinary trail to the hill.

Glastonbury Tor is home to Gwyn ap Nudd, King of the Fairies.

All I cared was that this “tor” — or tower on the hill — happened to be the most prominent National Trust property near the town that I had travelled on a day trip from Bristol.


A day hike in Stawamus Chief Provincial Park, BC, Canada.

Rosaline Oh

An unlikely adventurer and ex- digital nomad. Discovering self in the great outdoors.

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