More Nights Outside is an outdoor, travel and adventure blog written by Drew Zieff. Quality storytelling will be More Nights Outside’s only constant; the compass needle is still spinning wildly as to the direction of this online endeavor. The jury, as they say, is still out. They’re backpacking somewhere. Here are a few things you can expect from MNO: hilarious travel stories, inspiring adventures, in-depth gear reviews and all manner of tales from the trail.
Why “More Nights Outside?”
Upon returning to the city after a backpacking trip, I said to a friend, “Man. I just want to spend more nights outside.”
And that’s the long story of how I named this blog. Deep, right?
It’s a feeling so many of us have; time cards reluctantly outstretched, clocking back in to “real life” after a therapeutic walk in the woods. Back to the 9-to-5, the proverbial salt mine, the endless grind. Rats racing rats, rabbits chasing carrots. Even though I dug my job, I kept meditating on those three words, “More Nights Outside,” for months, and I came to the realization that I wanted to start living differently.
Granted, I was already getting into my fair share of adventures on the weekends, and sometimes even in the mornings before work (see above photo), but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted a schedule dictated by weather: the ability to chase storms and shred pow on Wednesdays; to stretch backpacking trips well beyond the constraints of the Friday-to-Sunday cage; to follow swells, sunshine, or snow to the next adventure.
I wanted to trade skyscrapers for sequoias. Four-lane highways for singletrack. Ceilings for open skies. Screens for stars. The familiar for the unknown. Security for spontaneity.
So, I quit my job, “More Nights Outside” on my lips like a mantra, and hit the road.
Who am I?
An excellent (albeit existential) question I have daily.
I’m Drew Zieff, a wide-eyed, long-toed, bewhiskered freelance writer with a knack for the nomadic and a profound appreciation for puns, pow and pale ales. I’m not a sponsored athlete, a fearless phenom, a record-holding fitness freak. I hope those folks can find bits of truth in what I write here — but that’s not me.
I’m probably like you. Just maybe with more chest hair.
I’m a guy that loves dirt trails and fresh snow. Maybe had I figured that out earlier in life, or had my parents sent me to the gym instead of preschool, I’d have been sponsored by Red Bull before my Bar Mitzvah. That wasn’t the case. But it’s ok, they sent me to school instead, and that was pretty neat.
My passport is half full of stamps. My gear is too clean. The soles of my shoes are not as worn they should be. There are too many things I don’t know how to do, too many places I’ve never been, too many adventures I’ve only dreamed of.
Time to change all that.
Some might call this running away from life; I prefer to think I’m running towards it. So, if you daydream about spending nights under the stars, this blog is for you.
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy.
A couple clarifying notes on roofs:
- It would be foolish and misguided not to acknowledge that More Nights Outside comes from a place of privilege. There are millions of people around the world who want nothing more than a roof overhead. It is not my intention to detract from those experiences.
- I have no vendetta against traditional houses. In fact, you’ll regularly see me posting about all manner of structures, from huts to hostels, that offer travelers shelter from the storm.