Journal Three: Diary of the Open Road

Diary of the Open Road

Diary of the Open Road: Vince Meets Walt

It's been a while since you've heard from me. Actually, I passed through a whole state without writing anything at all, apart from a few sentences I scribbled on a napkin in a cafe and accidentally threw out. 

The night before I left Seattle, I decided to take a small break from social media for the remainder of the road trip. It's quite a contrast going from uploading a daily blog post at the beginning of this journey to barely sharing at all, but that seems to be part of the journey in and of itself. I'm learning what becoming a better storyteller means for me, and I suppose that lends itself to trying new things. 

That's a whole other post by itself, but I had to mention it because it's quite ironic that the day I gave up social media was the same day I had the opportunity to meet one of my greatest inspirations on social media: Andrew Kearns. 


Andrew's art is as admirable as his work ethic. And after hours spent sharing stories over campfires, I am inspired by his humility and ability to make those around him feel empowered in their own work (thanks, Kearns). 

We met Andrew at a campsite in Deception Pass, later to be joined by some of his friends. Nothing like a day spent slack-lining and goofing around with a bunch of cool kids, ending with good laughs on the coast and better laughs around a 9.5/10 campfire.

I have a feeling days like these ones I'll back on and think "that's what it's about". People coming together, from different backgrounds, circles, and sides of the continent, over a mutual love of adventure and documenting. People encouraging each other. Sharing stories and gaining new perspectives. I'll never get tired of it. 

The days are passing quickly. Now in Victoria, BC, we'll begin heading back homewards to the east coast in just a couple of days. I'm trying not to take many things for granted right now like I so easily tend to do. But even just returning to these photographs quickly snapped at our campsite inspire a gratefulness for the memories I'm carrying with me, and once again, I'm reminded of the reasons why I fell in love with photography. 


sarah kierstead