Guess what? It’s ADVENTURE TIME! No, not the Finn and Jake variety roaming the Land of Ooo. This is an Elizabeth Adventure. Same chaotic energy, fewer magical powers, more questionable life choices. I head off on some absurdly long path somewhere on Earth and uncover brutal truths about myself that later become daily musings designed to either delight people or make them mute me. We aim for balance. Life, after all, is just a charcuterie board of enlightenment and mild emotional damage.(Also Calves is here as trusty sidekick, medical expert, snack dealer, cold drink sommelier, and currently the human equivalent of one of those weighted blankets everyone on TikTok swears by.)So where are we going? The South West Coast Path. Yes THAT one. The Salt Path one. The one that launched a thousand Camino forum debates and the one we walked ten years ago, producing a near-spiritual experience fueled largely by the repeated cries of “Jesus Christ” and “Oh my God.” Fun fact, the path has over 35,000 feet of elevation gain. Basically Everest if Everest served cream tea. Also SWCP now has a Stamp Passport so obviously THIS COUNTS AS A CAMINO. booyah
For 9 weeks we’ll yo-yo up and down England’s coastline through Cornwall, Devon, and Dorset. We’ll stay in weird places. Some intentionally. Some because the universe enjoys improv comedy. I promise color. I promise honesty. I promise enough emotional plot twists to keep things spicy. But mostly, I promise rain. Absolute biblical quantities of rain.
