Traveling with Sound: A Day in the Life on the Road

I wanted to take you all on a trip through a typical day when I'm not off taking photos of climbing and skiing. Instead of simply giving you words, I wanted you to have a more in-depth experience. I've combined the sounds with the words of this road tripper's day. 

I hope you enjoy it. 

What do you think of this style of post? Did you enjoy it? Was it too long? Need a soundtrack? ;) Feedback in the comments is appreciated!

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Script:

A day in the life of a photojournalist

When a "home" is made of windowed walls, you get up with the sun.   I unzip my sleeping bag in my car & look  out, enjoying a moment when only the birds  are awake along with me.

Flip flops on, I walk through frigid dew to reach the river I slept by last night. I watch it run rapidly, feeling grateful to  wake up here.

I tune in. Winter here was dark, so a report of sun &  warm temps has me stoked.

I throw on some gear to test and head out to hit the trail. It winds through woods  and lots of mud as it's still early Spring. I jump across some stones to avoid sinking in, then cross a tiny brook that's being rehabilitated. Incredible place, New Hampshire.

Lots of people think I play all day, but even as an outdoor journalist and traveler, you still have to live somewhat in the real world. There’s responsibilities to take care of, and no matter where I am, I can’t escape them.

Today it’s locating packages without a tracking number and taking care of a very problematic phone and plan with T-mobile, then grocery time. Without a home, all these things become doubly hard to accomplish.

The packages at the post office aren't too  difficult to locate (surprisingly) but the  lady isn't too keen on my not knowing the  local ways.  I shrugged it off. I guess I don't like tourists in my homestate much, either. 

The grocery store was completely different. I walked in to a cheery fully stocked  store, almost as good as Whole Foods  back home. Organics options aplenty.   I usually hold back, but I went into the  store hungry which cost me nearly triple what I spend for the month. I'm blaming it  on the kimchi. I really didn't need  fermented cabbage, but it when you're  hungry...   Consolation prize: a coupon for $0.75.

Stocked up, I mix up a shake for lunch.  Almond milk, tap some cocoa powder in from the container, two scoops of ViSalus non-GMO soy protein and shake, shake, shake.   Afterwards, I realized I didn't really need  everything else I just bought. Those are  the kind of realizations that don't come  easily living on a tight budget.

Internet is hard to come by on the road unless you learn the hotspots. McD's, mid-budget hotels and today, the library.  I open up the Mac to catch up on social sites & respond to a growing list of emails.

As evening sets in, I am given an offer I  can't refuse- some extra space in a washer and dryer at the laundromat. For someone who has been washing clothes by hand, this is irresistible.   Bonus: there's free wifi and a view of the mountains while the clothes tumble around. I make myself comfortable; there's a story about hiking that a guest writer from  England has submitted and it needs editing.   I work dilligently. The night darkens while the clothes get cleaner. 

I head out with a small bag of clean clothes. The night air here feels just as refreshing as the thought of fresh laundry. Crickets are chirping — the first time I've heard them since last summer. I walk into the dark to get closer, but they remain at large.   I zip into my sleeping bag for the night.  A lot was accomplished today, but mostly I feel best about the time I spent enjoying  the river, the run, and now these night  sounds. Time to tuck in; when the sun goes down, so do I.