BIG MUSHROOMS, DIGESTIVE ISSUES AND LOVE ON OREGON’S STUNNING CENTRAL COAST

During a year spent housesitting and living out of a small Scamp travel trailer, my girlfriend Ella and I found ourselves on Oregon’s central coast, blurry-eyed and exhilarated. Fresh off a notably bruising argument that took place in the car from the mountains east of Salt Lake City far past the Idaho state line, it was clear to us that our nomadic lifestyle was beginning to take its toll on our relationship. It was early November, and we both feared how we’d fare out in the cold, sleeping in our Scamp and in strangers’ beds over the coming winter months. What once seemed like a boundless manifestation of youthful optimism and uninhibited freedom now began to feel bulky and problematic, and we quietly wondered how much longer we