Evado is Latin. It means to break free — to get out, to escape. I've carried that word around for a while now, because it names something I keep needing and keep losing: the pull to put the man-made world down and step into the wild one.
Most of my life happens on a screen. I'm good at building things there, which is exactly the trap — the thing you're good at quietly becomes the thing you do all day. And every few years I look up and realise I've been indoors, lit by a monitor, unsatisfied, for far too long.
So this is the correction. Evado Wild is a field journal about escaping into nature and coming back better for it. No hacks, no hustle — just honest accounts from the water, the trail, the camp, and the road.
Four ways out
The wild isn't one thing, and neither is this:
- Water — freediving, spearfishing, and the particular silence you only find on a held breath.
- Trail — hiking and trail running, the long climbs and the empty ridgelines.
- Camp & Road — nights under the stars, dirt roads, and the slow travel that gets you there.
- Kit — the gear that actually earns its place in the pack, tested honestly.
Words now, film soon
I'm starting with writing, because it's what I can do today and do well. Video comes next — a camera is on its way, and a lot of what happens out there deserves to be seen, not just described.
If any of this resonates, the best thing you can do is come along. Read, then get the dispatch, then — when the time comes — get out there with us.
Cold water. Warm welcome. Into the wild.