
Explore. Create. Reform.
Artful adventures in wild places— building momentum for change through creativity, community, and conscious living.




Hey there, my given name is Anna, but my nickname is Gubs ~ thanks so much for stopping by!
This site is my invitation to you: let’s create positive change together, for ourselves and for our communities. I truly believe that even one person making one small change can send out ripples that make a real difference.
My mission is to inspire you to go after the things you want. Every day, we are pulled in the direction our responsibilities take us. I want you to push back and take a slice of time for yourself.
After spending over two years living in a van, I’ve learned so much about what it means to make a difference. I want to share those lessons with you- not just tips for taking ACTION, but ideas for living a healthier, more sustainable life, one small step at a time.
For the first time, my heart and mind are fully aligned. I’m passionate about protecting our world and empowering others to do the same. Together, we can make meaningful choices that benefit ourselves, our neighbors, and the world we share.
Join me on this journey! Let’s explore, learn, and grow-one adventure, one change, and one community at a time.


When did it become weird to talk to someone standing next to you? To break the preverbal bubble we cast ourselves in?

When we return to roasting marshmallows, the energy around the fire shifts dramatically, especially when Josh pulls out air quotes around “climate change.” From across the firepit, I half-listen to Hunter prattle on about how he likes his marshmallows burnt to a crisp, and half-listen to their conversation.

If you want to experience Hobbiton the right way, you have to kick off your shoes at the main gate-yes, even if it’s pouring rain (thanks for the recommendation, Traci! <3). They give you an umbrella, so don’t let the rain deter you. Trust me, it’s the only way to truly step into the world

One of my first true conversations with a native Māori happens on my third night in New Zealand. I settle down by the Waikato River for the evening, feeling a little sorry for myself as I prepare a dinner of canned tuna and whatever stray veggies I can dig up. Next to me, there’s music