Time keeper

Beyond traveling, sharing the great outdoors with my family and all our adventures my favorite thing about camping is time. The sheer abundance of it. How slowly sun rises in the morning if you take the time to watch it, how long it takes for kettle to boil on open fire, how hard I try to make the morning cuppa last. Everything seems to be in slow motion yet every single minute is lived to it’s fullest and managed well. There is no wasting time when you are living in the wilderness yet days seem longer.

On one of these mornings on our last camping trip, as I was sipping coffee I logged in to check my mail and received an invitation from JORD to review a watch. I was torn because the last thing on my mind was to keep track of time just as I settled into a routine where hours and days did not seem to matter. But as curiosity would have it I clicked on the link. It was love at first sight. All watches are made out of wood. Light. Stylish. Timeless. So of course I had to have one.

I looked around the shop but it was impossible to choose so I let them surprise me.


Two days later Ely arrived.


This watch is so Pacific Northwest! Love that it is made of wood, yet so light and comfortable to wear. I would say it is half the weight of my metal watch. The dark wood and black combination matches everything and I love that it has no numbers on. Well except for the date. Which let’s be honest I never know which one it is so double bonus!


After having it for a few weeks I decided that I love how this is the first watch I have ever had that I can completely forget that I am wearing. Because in these everyday moments as I obsess with time, worry about running late for school, violin, dinner, bedtime, work, anything and everything I must keep track of time. Yet looking at my new wood watch and feeling it’s lightness it reminds me that soon the days of camping and the luxury of not thinking about time will return soon.



For your chance to win an ELY of your own leave a comment bellow and tell me which JORD watch tickles your fancy.


Disclaimer: This is NOT a paid review. I was offered a watch in exchange for my honest opinion. And I honestly like it a lot!

Very official rules: Anyone can enter, as long as you are old enough to type a comment. I will close this giveaway on Saturday, 17th of May, 4PM Pacific time. Winner will be chosen randomly and notified via email. Good luck.

Scavenger Hunt

Time for a hunt.

1. Sidewalk
2. Inspiring
3. Time
4. Close Up
5. With Mirror

1. Sidewalk

2. Inspiring

3. Time

4. Close Up

5. With Mirror

Take care

I got a phone call while we were on the beach, trying to catch a glimpse of a gray whale.

It was the women’s clinic at the hospital, reminding me I have not scheduled my yearly check up. She was willing to book me there and then, but I said I will call her back when I return home and check my planner. That was first week of March. I know for sure, because it was the week whales began returning to our waters.

I still have not called her back.

I had two fillings replaced earlier this year. Since we were new to this area, I got to choose a dentist. His office is fancy and he likes X-rays; a lot. After his pretty assistant took enough shots of my teeth to identify me by CSI, he announced they were all bad. He blamed it on being European. None of them hurt, they were nice and white and all still mine. So he suggested I pop a lot of crowns on them to go with my new citizenship. I felt I needed to integrate, so I foolishly let him drill. Now my whole left side is unbarebly  sensitive. He told me to schedule another appointment to fix it, free of charge. That was last week of January. I know, cause I had an appointment on my Birthday.

I still have not called  him back.

A few weeks ago I had a hair appointment. It got cancelled and they were going to find a new date for me. I told her I am out at the moment and will call back. I had to ask my Husband which Saturday next month he is home. Today is the 6th day of that ‘next month’.

I still have not called them back.

Now I am not afraid of doctors or dentists. And I am certainly not apposed to somebody making my hair look pretty. Latter is a vanity, but the first two should be priority. I am also never late on anything to do with my son, my dog or my horse. Husband is good at taking care of himself, but even so, I still keep track.

So why are women notoriously bad at taking care of ourselves? I truly don’t know. But we are. And since today I have publically shamed my self and addmited procrastination of the worst kind I have no choice but to get off my lazy behind and make those appointments. Yes, in reverse order. Hair first!