Vanlife Book: Foster Huntington

 If you're a lover of vans or being outside, chances are you have come across the name Foster Huntington. I have, about 5 years ago. When I found his blog,    A Restless Transplant   , I was instantly hooked on his travels, writing, and photography. His Syncro and simple style of photography kinda made me who I am today. Foster's work inspired me to pick up a 35mm film camera I didn't know how to use, and eventually invest in a van as a means of sleeping in places I never would have thought of.

If you're a lover of vans or being outside, chances are you have come across the name Foster Huntington. I have, about 5 years ago. When I found his blog, A Restless Transplant, I was instantly hooked on his travels, writing, and photography. His Syncro and simple style of photography kinda made me who I am today. Foster's work inspired me to pick up a 35mm film camera I didn't know how to use, and eventually invest in a van as a means of sleeping in places I never would have thought of.

 A couple years ago, Foster made a killer vanlife book featuring all the wild rigs he's come across during his years of travel. Nowadays, people love looking at that kind of content. Photos of such give them this fantasy world where they would quit their 9 to 5 job and explore wherever they wanted, living on the road. Foster just made another book titled Vanlife: Your Home On the Road, which features a bunch of travelers that decided to do just that and hit the road. 

A couple years ago, Foster made a killer vanlife book featuring all the wild rigs he's come across during his years of travel. Nowadays, people love looking at that kind of content. Photos of such give them this fantasy world where they would quit their 9 to 5 job and explore wherever they wanted, living on the road. Foster just made another book titled Vanlife: Your Home On the Road, which features a bunch of travelers that decided to do just that and hit the road. 

 As Foster announced on social media that he would begin receiving photo submissions for the book, I instantly started gathering some of my favorite van photos from over the years. Foster is my favorite photog/van guru, and to be featured in something he created would be insane. Oddly enough, I didn't have to submit anything to get in the book. Foster contacted me shortly after and asked if I would contribute some photos myself. I was ecstatic.

As Foster announced on social media that he would begin receiving photo submissions for the book, I instantly started gathering some of my favorite van photos from over the years. Foster is my favorite photog/van guru, and to be featured in something he created would be insane. Oddly enough, I didn't have to submit anything to get in the book. Foster contacted me shortly after and asked if I would contribute some photos myself. I was ecstatic.

 Getting my work in a book created by the guy that inspired to do this stuff is a huge milestone for me. Sure, my part isn't as rad as some of the other few van dwellers living on the road, but I'm stoked to have been included. I love vanlife culture and the way Foster has documented it and curated this type of culture.

Getting my work in a book created by the guy that inspired to do this stuff is a huge milestone for me. Sure, my part isn't as rad as some of the other few van dwellers living on the road, but I'm stoked to have been included. I love vanlife culture and the way Foster has documented it and curated this type of culture.

 Good friend   Barky   has probably the coolest section in the book. Well done my friend.

Good friend Barky has probably the coolest section in the book. Well done my friend.

 If you feel like feeding your inner wanderlust while stuck doing something you wish you weren't doing (which happens to often to me), pick up a copy    here .   You will not be disappointed.

If you feel like feeding your inner wanderlust while stuck doing something you wish you weren't doing (which happens to often to me), pick up a copy hereYou will not be disappointed.

Summer Siesta

 It came and it went. For the longest time I can remember, summer is a time of fun, rest, and preparation for the school year to come. As I approach the end of my adolescence, there comes a time when a chapter closes and a new one opens. In my case, this is my last 'summer' ever, as I head into my final year of my undergraduate education.

It came and it went. For the longest time I can remember, summer is a time of fun, rest, and preparation for the school year to come. As I approach the end of my adolescence, there comes a time when a chapter closes and a new one opens. In my case, this is my last 'summer' ever, as I head into my final year of my undergraduate education.

 Summer came to an end almost a week ago exactly, and I've already been back to hitting the books. It's a daunting feeling, knowing the freedom of summer has escaped me, and for the next several months I understand I won't be spending much time in the outdoors. But that's okay. Seasons come, and seasons go. I'll have my day. Here's a few photos from some of my favorite moments of summer.

Summer came to an end almost a week ago exactly, and I've already been back to hitting the books. It's a daunting feeling, knowing the freedom of summer has escaped me, and for the next several months I understand I won't be spending much time in the outdoors. But that's okay. Seasons come, and seasons go. I'll have my day. Here's a few photos from some of my favorite moments of summer.

 Ed waiting for the tide to drop.

Ed waiting for the tide to drop.

 Cousin John, moments before a big fish hopped onto his life.

Cousin John, moments before a big fish hopped onto his life.

 Wetsuit shuffle.

Wetsuit shuffle.

 Driving through the mojave in the middle of summer, with no A/C...

Driving through the mojave in the middle of summer, with no A/C...

 Avrie on the trail to Parker Lake, just outside of Lee Vining, CA.

Avrie on the trail to Parker Lake, just outside of Lee Vining, CA.

 Moments at home with little sis.

Moments at home with little sis.

 Morning cup.

Morning cup.

 Wish me luck in my last year of college, as I attempt to get my life together...

Wish me luck in my last year of college, as I attempt to get my life together...

Into the Sierras

 "Hello, John Peachey here! I am the very fortunate lad that is cousins with your evidently beloved blogger. Sean and I have been roaming the Sierras for multiple years and nostalgia reaps through the pores each time we saddle up and travel the good ol’ 395. 

"Hello, John Peachey here! I am the very fortunate lad that is cousins with your evidently beloved blogger. Sean and I have been roaming the Sierras for multiple years and nostalgia reaps through the pores each time we saddle up and travel the good ol’ 395. 

 From a personal standpoint, it has been unbelievable to witness first-hand the transformation of our innocent childhood obsessions, to the mix of our adolescent stupidity and daredevil phase, to our now blend of young adulthood in which we still garner snippets of the stupidity that fostered unforgettable memories.

From a personal standpoint, it has been unbelievable to witness first-hand the transformation of our innocent childhood obsessions, to the mix of our adolescent stupidity and daredevil phase, to our now blend of young adulthood in which we still garner snippets of the stupidity that fostered unforgettable memories.

 The Eastern Sierras are truly a breathtaking phenomenon that each settler must dabble with. From the rugged mountain peaks, to the lively green pastures, to the burbling of winter-fed streams that fill the tranquil lakes, flanked by the heaps amounts of birch trees, the Eastern Sierras are truly iconic.

The Eastern Sierras are truly a breathtaking phenomenon that each settler must dabble with. From the rugged mountain peaks, to the lively green pastures, to the burbling of winter-fed streams that fill the tranquil lakes, flanked by the heaps amounts of birch trees, the Eastern Sierras are truly iconic.

 Believe me, I can continue this passage in describing this utter beauty, but what has made the Eastern Sierras so special to me includes the memories that have been shared with family, friends, and the strange interactions with other travelers. Even though I should end my feature here, I would not be doing any justice if I did not share one of my fondest memories in the Eastern Sierras with your beloved blogger.

Believe me, I can continue this passage in describing this utter beauty, but what has made the Eastern Sierras so special to me includes the memories that have been shared with family, friends, and the strange interactions with other travelers. Even though I should end my feature here, I would not be doing any justice if I did not share one of my fondest memories in the Eastern Sierras with your beloved blogger.

 I recall very vividly a July summer spent exploring and tampering the depths of Rush creek with our conventional fishing rods. We were reaching the beginning of our elongated adolescence as Sean and I became confident enough to tamper with the creek on our own while also attempting to reel in some tasty trout.

I recall very vividly a July summer spent exploring and tampering the depths of Rush creek with our conventional fishing rods. We were reaching the beginning of our elongated adolescence as Sean and I became confident enough to tamper with the creek on our own while also attempting to reel in some tasty trout.

 As an avid fisher, it is impossible to disagree with the notion of reeling in huge trout epitomizes a superb day in the stream, however, I truly miss the days when Sean and I would spend hours tying hooks to only lose them in the mere seconds after rigging up our lines by casting them into bushes.

As an avid fisher, it is impossible to disagree with the notion of reeling in huge trout epitomizes a superb day in the stream, however, I truly miss the days when Sean and I would spend hours tying hooks to only lose them in the mere seconds after rigging up our lines by casting them into bushes.

 I apologize for this tangent, but I will never forget the time Sean heaved out a world renowned cast in an attempt to land his line right in the middle of this swirling eddie. Unfortunately, Sean casted this rod right into the thickest bush located in the Eastern Sierras, which in turn cemented his line on the other side.

I apologize for this tangent, but I will never forget the time Sean heaved out a world renowned cast in an attempt to land his line right in the middle of this swirling eddie. Unfortunately, Sean casted this rod right into the thickest bush located in the Eastern Sierras, which in turn cemented his line on the other side.

 Being in our early years of fishing and possessed a lack of wisdom towards the sport, Sean tugged on his rod for minutes, to only find himself with a rod 5 inches shorter. To this day, I still crack up to the memory and witnessing Sean’s face as he reached the epitome of fishing despair. Thanks for the memories my friend!"

Being in our early years of fishing and possessed a lack of wisdom towards the sport, Sean tugged on his rod for minutes, to only find himself with a rod 5 inches shorter. To this day, I still crack up to the memory and witnessing Sean’s face as he reached the epitome of fishing despair. Thanks for the memories my friend!"