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I’m Kayla. I write reviews, and I care about the planet. I also book trips like a normal person with a tote bag, a train app, and a snack. So I tried a few things tied to King Charles’s green travel work and name. Some bits felt smart. Some felt clunky. All of it felt human. For the full trip report on ValidTravel, check out my deep dive.

What I actually used, not just read about

• Highgrove Gardens (Tetbury, England): I booked a spring garden tour run by The King’s Foundation. I took the Great Western Railway to Kemble, then a taxi to Highgrove Gardens. The pre-visit email nudged me to use the train and listed taxi numbers. On site, staff pointed me to water refill taps, clear recycling bins, and a tiny note about organic methods in the beds. The shop in Tetbury pushed local crafts and “made in Britain” tags.

• Dumfries House (Ayrshire, Scotland): I stayed one night at The Dumfries House Lodge. I took the ScotRail train to Auchinleck, then a short cab to the estate. The welcome pack mapped walking paths, asked guests to reuse towels, and highlighted food from farms within 30 miles. The gardens had bug hotels and meadow strips, not just lawns. It wasn’t flashy. It felt…steady. If you want to dig into the numbers behind these choices, The King’s Foundation shares them in its latest Impact Report.

• Flights and fuel: For a London work trip, I flew British Airways and used the “CO2llaborate” tool to pay toward sustainable aviation fuel (SAF). It’s a small add-on. Does it fix flying? No. But it’s a start. I picked carry-on only to keep weight down. Tiny wins count.

• Terra Carta vibes: I looked up the Sustainable Markets Initiative (the King started it back when he was Prince) and checked its Terra Carta Seal list. When picking a hotel back in London, I cross-checked their public climate plans and energy data. It took an extra 15 minutes, which is not nothing when you’re hungry and tired, but it helped me sort fluff from effort.

Small side note: the Royal Household has talked about using biofuel on the Royal Train in the past and trialing SAF on some official flights. That doesn’t change my trip, but it nudged me to choose better where I could.

The good stuff I felt on the ground

• Clear nudges, not guilt trips: Both Highgrove and Dumfries House encouraged rail travel and gave real steps. Times, numbers, maps. Not just “be green.”

• Local money stays local: The café specials listed nearby farms. The Tetbury shop stocked British wool throws and handmade soap that smelled like the garden after rain. You could feel the area getting a lift, not just the venue.

• Nature first, not last: Wildflower borders, bird boxes, and quiet zones kept crowds gentle. Visitor caps meant no crush at the rose walk. My feet weren’t on top of someone else’s heels. Big relief.

• Staff who cared: When I asked about waste, a guide lit up and explained their compost setup like it was a pet. That sincerity matters.

The parts that bugged me (because nothing’s perfect)

• Rural links are thin: Trains got me close. Buses didn’t line up. I still needed taxis. That last mile adds cost and carbon. It’s the stubborn bit.

• Labels can blur: Terra Carta, B Corp, ISO, leaf logos… It’s easy to get lost. I had three tabs open and a headache.

• Flying is still flying: The BA SAF add-on felt helpful, but small. I did it anyway. Still, the plane burned fuel. We need cleaner planes and better rail for long trips.

• Price pinch: The Lodge at Dumfries House was lovely, but not cheap in peak season. Day visits help, though.

Little choices that helped my trip stay green-ish

• Book Highgrove for late morning. Take the train to Kemble. Pre-book a taxi both ways. Bring a bottle. They have refill points.

• For Dumfries House, go to Auchinleck by train. Ask the Lodge to set a cab. Walk the Arboretum loop before dinner. It’s calm and you’ll sleep better.

• When flying, choose an airline that offers SAF support. Pay a bit. Pack light. Pick a seat with lower baggage need. Small, boring steps add up.

• Eat local. At both spots, the dishes with farm names on the menu weren’t just tasty. They cut miles.

• For more route ideas, the trip-planning library at ValidTravel breaks down train, coach, and bike combos so you can dodge extra car miles.

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Is this more than PR?

You know what? Yes, mostly. These places change how visitors move, eat, and spend. It felt practical, not preachy. The King’s big ideas — Terra Carta, market signals, nature first — show up in small details: train nudges, refill taps, local jobs, careful paths. That’s how habits shift.

But we still need better rural buses, faster rail, and cleaner planes at scale. My taxi rides told that story loud and clear.

My quick verdict

• Impact: 8/10 — Real changes on site. Clear nudges. Local value.
• Ease: 7/10 — The last mile is the pain point.
• Honesty vibe: 8/10 — More action than slogans.
• Worth it? Yes. Plan a bit, then go.

Final take

If you want a trip that feels kind to the place you visit, King Charles’s sites delivered for me. Not perfect. Not shiny. But steady and sincere. I left with muddy shoes, a lighter bin, and a brain that felt a touch calmer. That’s a good travel day in my book.

I’m Kayla. I fish when I travel for work and for family trips. It keeps me calm. I picked up a handful of packing tricks from the travel pros at ValidTravel, whose minimalist gear lists keep my carry-on under the airline weight limit. It also gets me out of hotel rooms that smell like strong coffee and old soap. Some travelers, though, prefer to kill that same hotel downtime by diving into live-stream entertainment—if that sounds more like your wind-down routine, you might appreciate this concise primer on joining an adult cams site that explains how to register discreetly, understand token systems, and connect with performers safely and respectfully. Anglers who detour through California’s Central Valley—say, overnighting in Dinuba after fishing the Kings River—sometimes prefer in-person adult recreation instead of pixels; a quick scroll through AdultLook Dinuba can connect you with verified local companions, saving you the hassle of sifting through unvetted classifieds. Want the blow-by-blow version of my gear tests? Check out my honest take on a travel fishing rod I actually use where I break down casting-distance numbers, packing photos, and a few hard-won lessons.

So I bought a travel fishing rod. I thought it would feel weak. Like a toy. I was wrong—mostly.

What I Pack and Why

I use a KastKing Blackhawk II, 6'6" medium, telescopic. (Full specs here) It folds down to about 22 inches. It slides in my backpack next to my laptop and a bag of pretzels. No hard tube needed. The little rod sock helps, but I still add a hair tie around the tip.

Specs wise, it’s medium power with a fast-ish tip. I run a 2500 reel with 10 lb braid, and a 10–12 lb fluoro leader. It says it likes 1/4–5/8 oz lures. That’s real. It hates tiny jigs in the wind. It loves a 3/8 oz jighead and a paddle tail. Same for a small topwater.

I do also own a 4-piece rod (Daiwa Ardito-TR, 7' medium). It casts cleaner and feels more “normal.” But it rides in a tube. That’s fine for checked bags, not so great when I’m hopping trains. Sticking to public transit on work trips is part of how I keep my carbon footprint down—a habit I honed while road-testing King Charles’s sustainable travel playbook.

Setup: Fast, But Do This One Thing

Telescopic rods can be fussy. Sand is the enemy. Here’s what I do:

• Extend from the tip down. Click each section. Don’t yank.
• Line the guides straight. I sight down the rod like I’m looking at a straw.
• After I fish, I wipe each section, then collapse. If it’s salty, I rinse in the hotel sink. Yes, housekeeping hears it. Yes, I tip.

You know what? This habit saves the day. Stuck sections happen when you rush.

Three Real Trips, Three Real Catches

1) Florida Pier, Warm Wind, Fast Fish

Naples Pier, March. I had a 3/8 oz silver spoon and a wire clip. Spanish mackerel were blitzing bait. I cast past the school, cranked fast, and the tip danced like a phone on vibrate. Fish on. The rod bent deep but didn’t fold. Drag clicked smooth. I landed three in twenty minutes. One shook off at my feet. Fair trade.

What I noticed: The tip reset quick between runs. No weird wobble. My arms didn’t hate me.

2) Utah Creek, Cold Hands, Tiny Trout

Provo River, early April. Snow in the shade. I rolled a small Panther Martin above a riffle. This rod is not a fairy wand. But I still felt a soft bump on the swing. Little rainbow, maybe 12 inches. Pretty dots, nervous fins. The rod didn’t overpower it, which I liked. I pinched the barb and let it slip away.

What I noticed: Casting light spinners took a gentle flick. Any wind, and nope. I switched to a 1/8 oz jig and did better.

3) San Diego Bay, Night Lights, Spotted Bay Bass

Shelter Island pier, late summer, near midnight. I hopped a 3/8 oz Keitech on a jighead along the pilings. Tap…tap…thump. Spottie. Those fish punch above their weight. The rod kept fish pinned when they dug into the pylons. I leaned, kept pressure, and walked them out. Landed four. Lost one that wrapped me. It happens.

What I noticed: The rod had real backbone near the handle. That surprised me.

The Good Stuff

• Packs small. It fits in a city pack, even under a seat on Southwest.
• Strong enough. Medium power feels honest. Not “noodle” weak.
• Easy care. Rinse, dry, done. The sections still seat tight after a year.
• Versatile. Jigs, spoons, small topwater. Light plugs in calm water.

The Not-So-Good

• Tip heavy. With my 2500 reel, balance sits a bit forward. You feel it after a long day.
• Sand hates it. One beach day and the sections got gritty. I had to rinse twice.
• Guide check, always. If one guide twists, your line will rub and fray. I re-check every few casts.
• Not a finesse king. Under 1/8 oz, casting turns sad fast.
• The case strap feels flimsy. I stopped using it and just use the rod sock.

Small note: once a section rotated mid-cast. My fault—didn’t seat it well. The lure flew fine, but I learned. Click each section. Then tug a hair.

Quick Comparo: Telescopic vs 4-Piece

• Telescopic (my Blackhawk II): fastest to set up; best for subway rides; a bit heavier up top.
• 4-piece (my Daiwa Ardito): cleaner cast; better tip feel; takes longer to set up; tube can be a pain in tight bags.

Honestly, I take the telescopic 7 times out of 10. When I plan a full fishing day, I grab the 4-piece.

Little Things That Help

• A small travel box: 3 spoons, 2 topwater, 4 jigheads, 6 paddle tails. Done.
• Split ring pliers and small braid scissors. Keep them in a glasses case.
• A pack towel to wipe the rod before collapsing.
• A leader spool, 10–12 lb fluoro. Saves you when rocks chew up braid.

Durability After a Year

No cracks. No loose seats. Some tiny rub marks on the sections from sand, but they still grip and release. The tip top is still smooth. I check it with a cotton swab now and then. If it snags, I know there’s a groove. So far, smooth.

The only hiccup: the butt cap backed off once in the heat. A drop of blue thread locker fixed it. While my experience has been solid, it’s worth noting that some anglers have reported tip breakage and alignment issues with the sliding guides—concerns you can read about in these user reports.

Who This Works For

• Folks who travel light, but still want to cast after a meeting.
• Parents at soccer fields with a pond nearby. I’ve done it between games.
• City anglers who don’t want a rod sticking out on the bus.
• Beginners who want one rod that “just works” most days.

If you plan to throw tiny trout lures in wind all day, get a light 4-piece instead. You’ll be happier.

Final Call

I keep this travel rod behind my car seat and in my backpack when I fly. It’s not perfect. It’s a tool. But it lets me fish more days than I would. And that matters.

The first time I heard my drag sing on a pier, under pink sunset clouds, with a rental car key in my pocket, I smiled. That’s the point, right?

Would I buy it again? Yes. I already did—I bought a second for my sister, who steals my gear. She likes the purple braid. I like that she catches more fish than me, sometimes. I pretend I don’t mind.

I’m Kayla. I’ve worked as a travel medical assistant for a year and a half. I packed my teal Littmann stethoscope, a folding clipboard, and a pair of loud compression socks, and I went. I’ve done clinics, urgent care, and one wild ER float. I’ve slept in tiny studios and one very sketchy motel. Was it worth it? Yes. Mostly.

Let me explain.

If you want even more nuts-and-bolts detail, here’s my real take on life as a travel medical assistant.

What My Days Looked Like (And How They Felt)

Every site had its own rhythm. That’s both the fun and the stress.

• Phoenix, AZ (urgent care, 12-hour shifts): I roomed 30 to 40 patients a day. Lots of coughs, burns, and sports sprains. I pulled meds, did EKGs, ran flu and strep tests, and charted in Epic. The doc there liked fast triage. He’d say, “Two vitals, one plan.” It kept me sharp.

• Boston, MA (orthopedics clinic, weekdays only): I prepped cast rooms, removed sutures, and set up for joint injections. We used Cerner. The surgeon hummed Bruce Springsteen while he worked. Patients brought us Dunkin. I still crave the Boston cream.

• Rural Montana (ER float, night shift): Small staff. Big hearts. I checked in walk-ins, set up for labs, and helped with a trauma once. A snowplow slid. We stabilized the driver. I held his wife’s hand while he got scanned. I shook the whole drive home. Then I cried into a gas station burrito. That night still sits with me.

Not every day is heavy. Some days it’s kids with stickers and coughs. Some days it’s paperwork, lots of it. But you learn fast. You learn how to breathe in the chaos too.

The Good Stuff I Didn’t Want to Miss

Honestly, the freedom hooked me. And the growth stayed.

• Quick skill growth: I became fast with injections, EKG lead placement, wound care, and CPT code lookups. I learned Epic and Cerner quirks. I can find the discharge button with my eyes closed. Well, almost.

• Pay that made sense: One 13-week contract paid $24/hr base, plus about $1,050 a week for housing and meals. With two extra shifts, I hit around $1,750 a week take-home after taxes. Not every gig paid that. But some did. Read your contracts. Twice.

• New places, new people: I hiked South Mountain after a long Phoenix shift. I ate a lobster roll on a bench in Boston on my lunch break. In Montana, a rancher brought us huckleberry pie. He said, “You kept me walking.” I kept the note he wrote on the pie box.

• Team magic: When the nurse says, “Kayla’s got the rooms,” and you do? That feels good. Trust shows up in small ways. A quick nod. An extra glove tossed your way.

Between shifts, I’d scroll through ValidTravel for last-minute flight deals and bite-sized city guides, turning off-days into mini adventures. On lake-side contracts, casting a line with a travel fishing rod I actually use became my reset button. Reading this account of road-testing King Charles’s sustainable travel push also nudged me toward greener routes between assignments.

You know what? This work made me feel useful. Like my hands had purpose.

The Hard Parts (That No One Posts on Instagram)

Now the grit. It’s there.

• Short orientation: I once got two hours of training and then a full night shift. New EMR, new rooms, new everything. I made a mistake with a supply code and had to fix the charge. I owned it. Still felt awful.

• Housing drama: Furnished Finder was hit or miss for me. Denver was great: a small studio near a bus line for $1,450/month. Tampa was not: roaches in the bathroom. I moved after two nights and lost money. Lesson learned—ask for a live video walk-through.

• Schedule switches: I’ve had “guaranteed 36 hours” turn into 24 when census dropped. Read the cancellation clause. Ask about low-census policies. Put it in writing if you can.

• Floating: I signed for clinic and got floated to ER triage once. I said yes, but I asked for a nurse buddy. Say what you need. Calm voice, steady hands. That’s the job.

• Being the “new one” again and again: Every break room has its vibe. Some are warm. Some are… chilly. I bring snacks. I learn names fast. I don’t take it to heart if someone’s short. Often, they’re just tired.

Gear That Actually Helped

I didn’t bring much, but these mattered.

• Littmann Classic III (teal, because fun matters)
• Folding clipboard with quick reference sheets (BP ranges, injection sites, immunization schedule)
• FIGS scrubs, Hoka Bondi shoes (my back says thanks)
• Compression socks (Sockwell), lots of black pens, and a badge reel
• Fanny pack with alcohol pads, Sharpies, and bandage scissors

Apps that saved my brain: NurseGrid for shifts, Medscape for drug checks, GoodRx coupons for patients who asked, and the Aya app for timesheets. I’m not fancy. I’m just trying to keep it all straight.

Money Talk, Without the Fluff

Here’s the thing: the pay looks great on a flyer (curious what the national averages look like? Check the latest figures for travel medical assistant salaries). The truth lives in the details.

• My best weekly gross: about $2,100 with overtime and a healthy stipend.
• My lowest: $1,050 when they cut a shift for census.
• Costs that sneak up: parking, background checks, drug screens, BLS renewal, TB tests, scrubs, gas, and one sad $300 rental car week when my car died.

Keep your tax home if you can. I used a tax pro who knows travel healthcare. I also kept every receipt. It’s not fun. It’s smart.

Compliance: The Paper Trail You Can’t Ignore

Every assignment asked for something new. Standard stuff, though:

• BLS card (I keep a photo on my phone)
• Vaccine records (flu, COVID, Hep B, MMR), plus TB test
• CMA or RMA cert helped a lot, even when it wasn’t “required”
• Fit test for masks, and a quick skills checklist

One place even asked me to do a mock EKG on a coworker. He laughed the whole time. I didn’t. Wires everywhere.

Safety, Boundaries, and Speaking Up

I had one provider snap at me during a rush. I paused and said, “I’m here to help. I need a clear order.” He blinked, nodded, and slowed down. We were fine after that.

If something feels off, tell charge. Use the incident report when needed. I ask for a safety orientation on day one: exits, codes, where sharps go, who’s the go-to.

Tips I Wish I Knew

• Ask what EMR they use and how long orientation is.
• Clarify float expectations. ER? Triage? Or strictly clinic?
• Get the schedule in writing. Ask how they handle low census.
• Bring two pairs of shoes. Rotate. Your feet will sing.
• Keep a “go bag” in your car: hoodie, snacks, phone charger, spare scrubs.

Who This Life Fits

If you like change, if you can walk into a new room and smile, you’ll do well. If you need a steady team and one clear routine, it may feel rough. Neither is wrong. Know yourself. If you’re still on the fence, here’s a concise rundown of how to become a travel medical assistant that spells out the prerequisites and training steps.

I missed birthdays. I FaceTimed on Sundays.

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But I also watched a sunrise in a place I’d never seen, right before walking into a clinic where people needed me. That mix felt real and good

I’m Kayla Sox. I test things, and I tell the truth. I’m a mom, a road-trip aunt, and a very chatty seatmate on flights. I’ve used “prayer for safe travel” like a tool you grab from the glovebox. Over and over. Different trips. Different moods. Different roads.

Here’s my take: prayer won’t change the weather. But it changes me. And that changes the trip.

Why I Even Started

Years ago, I hit rough air over Denver. My coffee jumped. My stomach did too. I whispered, “Lord, keep us safe.” Simple. Short. I felt my shoulders drop. Not magic. Just steady. Since then, I use prayer before wheels roll, before doors close, and, yes, before I merge onto I-95.

Real Trips, Real Prayers

• The kid-filled minivan run
  We had snacks, a soccer ball, and one wobbly car seat. Before we backed out, I said, “God, help me focus. Keep these kids safe. Watch the cars around us.” The kids said “Amen” like it was part of the seat belt check. Fewer arguments. Fewer sharp words from me. We still hit traffic. But we stayed kind.

• The red-eye in a storm
  A flight to Boston. Thunder outside. I prayed Psalm 121 in my head: “The Lord will watch over your coming and going.” I breathed slow. The man next to me saw my hands shake. I said, “I’m praying for a safe flight.” He said, “Me too.” We didn’t talk more. But the quiet felt warm.

• The bus at 2 a.m.
  Long ride. Flicker lights. A driver who looked tired. I used a short line I learned from a Muslim friend: “O God, make this journey easy and keep us safe.” I said it soft. Then I stayed awake to watch, and I skipped the podcast so I could listen for stops. Prayer, then action.

• The rental car in rain
  Wipers on high. New city. I kept it simple: “Guide my hands. Clear my view.” I also pulled over twice. I like faith, but I love brakes.

• The train with a delay
  No Wi-Fi. A missed connection. I prayed, “Give me patience and a plan.” I texted my host, grabbed a granola bar, and made a new route. Prayer didn’t bring the train faster. It kept my worry small enough to carry.

• The 12-hour hospital hop
  Shifts in new cities, new wards, a rolling suitcase full of scrubs. Before badge-in, I whisper, “Give me stamina and steady hands.” If you’re curious about that gig, my field notes as a travel medical assistant spill the beans.

How I Actually Use It (My Little System)

• Pre-trip checklist: phone charged, water bottle, a two-line prayer.
• At the gate or driveway: “Keep us safe. Help me stay alert and kind.”
• During the ride: breath prayer on repeat when stress spikes.
• After arrival: a tiny “Thank you.” It ends the trip on purpose.

This is my weird mix of church and pilot talk. A tiny ritual helps my brain.

What I Like

• It calms my mind fast. Like a seat belt for my thoughts.
• It shifts my focus from fear to care. I drive better when I’m not mad.
• It fits any faith lane. I use Christian words. My friends use Jewish, Muslim, or plain “Help me” words. It still works as a reset. (In Jewish tradition, many travelers recite the Tefilat HaDerech for protection on the road.)

What Bugs Me

• Long scripted prayers can feel stiff when chaos hits. I need short lines.
• Guilt talk helps no one. If you forget to pray, you didn’t ruin the trip.
• It can feel awkward with strangers. I just keep it quiet or say it in my head.

Quick Tips That Pair Well with Prayer

• Say the line, then do the thing: seat belt, mirrors, tires, route.
• Share your ETA, keep your phone charged, and take breaks.
• Keep a small card in your wallet. I have a crumpled St. Christopher card in my glovebox, and a sticky note with Psalm 121 on my visor.
• Got kids? Let them do the “Amen.” It makes them feel part of the team.

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I also keep the concise pre-departure checklist on ValidTravel bookmarked, because pairing prayer with solid safety habits starts before the engine turns over. If you want the expanded version, you can read my hands-on review of safe-travel prayers for even more detail.

Short Sample Prayers (Real Words I Use)

• Simple and fast
  “God, keep us safe. Help me see well and stay calm. Amen.”

• For roads and highways
  “Guide my hands and eyes. Guard every car around me.”

• For flights
  “Steady these wings. Calm the crew. Bring us home.”

• From the Bible (Psalm 121, trimmed)
  “The Lord will watch over your coming and going, now and forever.”

• Jewish travel prayer (plain English, short)
  “May it be Your will to lead us in peace and bring us back in peace.”

• Muslim travel prayer (plain English, short)
  “O God, make this journey easy for us and keep us safe.”

• When you’re scared
  “I am afraid, but I’m not alone. Help me take the next right step.”

• After arrival
  “Thank You for getting us here. Help us rest well.”

Use what fits. If a word feels off, change it. Prayer is flexible.

Who Will Like This

• Nervous flyers and new drivers
• Parents with a full car
• Solo travelers who need a calm anchor
• Anyone who wants a small habit with a big ripple

By the way, if your road trips include a dawn stop at the lake, my honest take on the travel fishing rod I actually use pairs perfectly with a quick waterside prayer.

My Verdict (and a Tiny Curveball)

Prayer doesn’t fix traffic. It fixes my focus. It doesn’t stop storms. It steadies my breath. That’s not small. That’s huge when you’re behind a wheel or in seat 14C.

Rating: 4.7 out of 5

Why not 5? Because you still need rest, good tires, and a plan. Prayer pairs best with wisdom and brakes.

You know what? Pack your snacks. Check your route. Say a line that fits your heart. Then go. And when you get there—say thanks.

• Most artists took cards. Square readers everywhere.
• Unframed prints were common and easy to pack.
• Ask about the paper. If it’s cotton rag or says “archival,” you’ll thank yourself later.
• Many artists will sign the back with a note if you ask. That little line? It adds warmth.

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I’m Kayla, an LPN who likes a fast pace and a full tank. A few years back, I jumped into travel jobs because I wanted to see new places and grow my skills. Was it scary? A little. Was it worth it? Mostly yes—and sometimes no. Let me explain.
Curious how my experience stacks up to other nurses? Check out this no-holds-barred LPN travel job breakdown that initially pushed me to hit the road.

I’ve done four contracts across different settings. Skilled nursing, corrections, LTAC, and home health. Each one had a vibe. Each one taught me something real. Here’s my honest take, with the good, the bad, and the “wow, I didn’t see that coming.”

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Real Assignments I Worked (No fluff—just what happened)

1) North Dakota SNF, Night Shift (8 weeks)

• Pay: $34/hr + $900/week stipend (take-home for me was around $1,500–$1,700/week)
• Schedule: 3x12s, nights, every other weekend
• Ratios: 1 nurse to 23 residents on my unit
• Charting: PointClickCare; med pass on eMAR
• Housing: Furnished Finder studio over a bakery (smelled like bread at 4 a.m.—not mad about it)

The first night was rough. It was winter. I learned fast that gloves freeze hard in the parking lot. My shift was a classic SNF night: med pass, blood sugars, wound care, lots of call lights. I floated to memory care twice a week. One resident, Mr. H, would walk the halls at 2 a.m. and ask about his old farm; I kept small cups of cocoa ready so he’d sit and talk while I charted. It slowed the unit in a good way.

Training? One shift. After that, you’re swimming. Not sinking, but actually swimming. You know what? I liked that part.

2) Arizona Corrections (13 weeks)

• Pay: $38/hr + $1,200/week stipend; OT at time-and-a-half (I picked up a lot)
• Schedule: 4x10s; offered an extra 8 most weeks
• Charting: A very basic system; lots of paper forms for incident reports
• Housing: Extended-stay with a pool; too hot to use it most days

Corrections felt intense, but the team ran tight. I handled sick call, insulin lines, wound checks, and med passes with two officers nearby. Safety rules were strict but clear. I learned to keep calm voices and steady hands. We had one heat-exhaustion cluster after yard time—quick assessments, fluids, vitals, simple, steady care. It wasn’t for everyone. But I felt useful, and I liked the order.

3) Ohio LTAC, Nights (12 weeks)

• Pay: $32/hr + $1,000/week stipend; extra $2/hr for nights
• Ratios: 1 nurse to 5 high-acuity patients
• Charting: Meditech; lots of flowsheets
• Skills: Trach care, wound vacs, central line dressing changes (with policy review), tube feeds

I won’t sugarcoat this one. Heavier care, high stress. I had a patient with a large sacral wound and frequent dressing changes. A trach patient needed constant suctioning. I learned to prep everything before I walked in, or I’d lose time. The RTs were solid. The bad? One night I floated to a sister unit with zero preload. That part? Not fun. But the skills I gained stuck with me. I still use that prep habit.

4) Florida Home Health (10 weeks)

• Pay: Per visit, I got $40–$45; mileage at $0.50/mile; I averaged $1,200–$1,500/week
• Tools: Kinnser/Homecare Homebase on a tablet
• Schedule: 5–7 visits per day; lots of driving and quick teaching moments

This one surprised me. I liked the home setting. I did wound checks, med setups, and taught family members how to do simple care. One client made guava pastries for me every Friday—sweet but very real fuel. The flip? Charting at night was long, and traffic ate hours. I kept a cooler, a phone stand, and a tire inflator in my trunk. Small things, big sanity.

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The Good Stuff I Felt Right Away

• Better pay than my local staff jobs. Not wild, but steady.
• Freedom to say yes or no. I could stack contracts or take a month off.
• Fast growth. Each place added a skill or sharpened one I had.
• Fresh teams. New ways of doing the same work taught me a lot.

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And honestly, I liked being “the traveler.” Expectations were clear. Help us. Learn fast. Be kind. I can do that.

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The Downsides I Actually Ran Into

• Canceled shifts. Once I drove in and got sent home. No pay that day.
• Short training. If you need a long ramp-up, this will sting.
• Housing stress. Frozen pipes in North Dakota. Ants in Florida. Yikes.
• Charting changes. PointClickCare here, Meditech there, paper in corrections.
• Agency goofs. My timesheet once got “lost.” It got fixed—but I learned to save screenshots.

One more thing no one told me: “guaranteed hours” can be tricky. Some places cancel you without penalty, especially if census drops. Ask for specifics in your contract. Before you sign anything, skim the quick contract checklist on ValidTravel — it’s concise and pointed out a few loopholes I almost missed.

I’ve laid out my personal highs and lows above, but for another angle on the bigger picture, skim this balanced LPN travel nurse pros and cons guide that lines up pretty closely with what I saw.

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Money Talk (What I saw, not a promise)

• SNF and LTAC: $30–$40/hr, plus $800–$1,200 stipends weekly
• Corrections: Often a bit higher, with easy overtime
• Home health: Per-visit pay; watch your mileage and unpaid time

My normal weekly take-home sat around $1,400–$1,900 when I worked 36–48 hours. It went higher with overtime. It dipped when I got canceled or drove too far for home health.

Taxes and stipends matter. Keep a tax home. Save receipts. I used a CPA who knew travel healthcare. Worth it.
Need a clearer picture of how agencies slice up gross pay, stipends, and deductions? This thorough travel assignment pay breakdown spells it out.

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What I Always Ask a Recruiter (And you should too)

• What’s the nurse-to-patient ratio?
• What charting system?
• Orientation length and does it include a buddy shift?
• Guaranteed hours, cancel pay, and float rules?
• Shift type, weekends, holidays, and call?
• Overtime rate and shift differentials?
• Who signs my time—and how fast is payroll?

If a recruiter won’t answer, I pause. If they answer fast and plain, I listen.

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Tools and Tiny Habits That Saved Me

• One “go bag”: scissors, tape, hemostats, pen light, extra pens, mini lotion, gum
• Copies of everything: license, BLS, TB, physical, fit test, vaccines—saved on my phone and cloud
• Housing: Furnished Finder first, then Airbnb; I called landlords, asked about noise and parking
• A small printer. Sounds weird, but it saved me on onboarding days
• Food stash: protein bars, instant oats, electrolyte packets; night shift needs simple fuel

Hours on unfamiliar highways will test anyone’s nerves. More than once I muttered a quiet prayer for safe travel while the GPS

I travel a lot in November. Prices slip a bit. Crowds thin out. The weather often sits in that sweet middle—light jacket, happy feet. If you’re after an even deeper dive into my November philosophy, I broke down the full logic in this guide. I chase color, food, and calm. Here’s where I went, what worked, and what I’d tell a friend over coffee. If you want an even broader list of destinations that shine this month, check out Travel + Leisure’s roundup.

Kyoto, Japan — Red Leaves, Quiet Streets (Sometimes)

I went for the fall leaves and stayed for the soup. I booked a tiny room at Ryokan Yachiyo near Nanzen-ji. Tatami mats. Hot tea. A bath that made my shoulders drop. Each morning, I walked under maple trees that looked like they were on fire. In a good way.

I did Arashiyama at sunrise. The bamboo grove creaked in the wind like an old door. Then I got lost in Nishiki Market and ate yakitori from a stall where the grill boss barely looked up. I loved that.

• What I liked: peak leaves mid-November, spotless trains, kind strangers, Lawson snacks
• What bugged me: early sunsets, chilly nights, big weekend crowds at Kiyomizu-dera

Quick note: I used a Suica card on my phone and set a Google Maps offline map. Simple, no drama.

Oaxaca, Mexico — Día de Muertos Magic

I went Oct 30 to Nov 3 and saw the city glow. Callejones filled with marigolds. I got my face painted by Doña Lety in Jalatlaco—soft brushes, big smile. I ate pan de muerto with thick hot chocolate at dawn. Sweet, warm, perfect.

I stayed at Casa de las Bugambilias. Cozy patio. The owner gave me a tiny candle and said, “For your altar.” I carried it to the cemetery at Xoxocotlán with a local guide. We walked slow. We stayed quiet. It felt tender, not like a show.

• What I liked: parades (comparsas), street art, moles at Los Pacos, crafts in Teotitlán
• What bugged me: loud fireworks at night, prices jump that week, Uber got spotty

Tip from my heart: be respectful in cemeteries. Ask before photos. Buy flowers from families. It matters. When you bring a piece of a place home, make sure it tells its own story; I explored that idea with the hand-painted tiles I hauled back from New Mexico in this travel-art essay.

Marrakech, Morocco — Warm Days, Cool Nights

I booked Riad Yasmine because, yes, the pool is a dream. Mint tea appeared like magic. The call to prayer woke me early, and honestly, I didn’t mind. The sky went pink. I watched cats stretch on the warm tiles.

The souks were a maze. A kind shopkeeper drew me a map on a receipt. I bartered a little, laughed a lot, and bought a brass lamp I did not need. I ate lamb tanjia that fell apart with a spoon. I still think about that sauce.

• What I liked: 70s and sunny, rooftop sunsets, hammam day at Les Bains de Marrakech
• What bugged me: scooters in narrow alleys, cash needed more than I planned, tourist touts

Pro move: I kept small bills, used Maps.me offline, and wore closed shoes. My toes thanked me.

Lisbon, Portugal — Pastel Sunshine And Hills

Lisbon felt like a soft song in November. I stayed at Memmo Alfama with a view that made me gasp each morning. I rode Tram 28 once and then skipped it (too packed). Instead, I walked. My calves complained; my eyes cheered.

I ate pastéis de nata at Manteigaria, still warm.
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I listened to fado at Clube de Fado and cried a little, which surprised me. Sad songs can be good company on a cool night.

• What I liked: gentle weather, cheap fares this month, long café breaks
• What bugged me: slick tiles in the rain, hills on hills, tram crowds

Tiny hack: the Lisboa Card paid off for me after two museums and a few rides. I kept it tucked with my metro card like a little travel sandwich.

Iceland — Dark Skies, Green Lights

I chased the northern lights near Vik and found them. I booked a 4×4 with Blue Car Rental and checked road.is like a hawk. Wind slapped the doors, hard. I stayed at Hotel Kría; the staff gave me a heads-up when the KP index jumped. I threw on a puffy and ran outside. The sky danced.

Daylight was short—about seven hours—so I planned tight: Golden Circle loop, a fast soup at a gas station (lamb, salty, great), then thermal bliss at Secret Lagoon. Blue Lagoon? Nice, but crowded when I went. Book first, always.

• What I liked: auroras, fewer tour buses, hot pools in cold air
• What bugged me: strong wind, pricey food, icy shoulders on the road

Pack list that saved me: microspikes for sneaky ice, headlamp, and a thermos. Hot coffee tastes better when your face is numb.

El Chaltén, Patagonia (Argentina) — Spring Trails, Big Wind

El Chaltén calls itself the hiking capital, and in November it earns it. I stayed at Hostería Senderos and walked straight to the Laguna de los Tres trail. The climb was a leg burner, and the view hit me like a drum. Fitz Roy stood sharp and proud. I ate a sandwich with very cold hands and didn’t care.

• What I liked: long days, wildflowers, empanadas after hikes
• What bugged me: wind that leaned on me like a bully, patchy Wi-Fi, cash rules more than cards

Money thing: I brought crisp USD for a better rate. It felt old school, but it worked.

Chiang Mai, Thailand — Lanterns And Light

I got lucky. Yi Peng lined up with my dates. Lanterns floated above the river like little moons. I stayed in the Old City at BED Chiang Mai Gate. Friendly staff. Free water. I slurped khao soi at Khao Soi Khun Yai and went back the next day because self-control is overrated.

Temples felt calm in the morning. Doi Suthep had a light mist that clung to my sleeves. By lunch it was hot, but not brutal.

• What I liked: lantern festival, cheap and tasty street food, easy motorbike day trips
• What bugged me: smoke from some burns, grab rides surge at night, festival crowds

I wore loose linen and carried bug spray. Simple kit, happy skin.

Madeira, Portugal — Cliff Walks And Levada Hikes

This one surprised me. I booked on a fare drop and went on a whim. Funchal felt like a sunny bowl. I stayed at Castanheiro Boutique Hotel and ate too many black scabbard fish sandwiches. The levadas? Unreal. Flat paths carved into hills, waterfalls whispering beside you.

• What I liked: 60s and clear, cheap rental cars, bananas everywhere
• What bugged me: tight roads with gutsy drivers, quick weather shifts, some trails closed after rain

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One small, stateside curveball: sometimes a long-haul flight just won’t fit the calendar, so I point the rental car toward Texas instead. Abilene—full of frontier murals, a downtown that’s waking up, and a low-key but lively late-night scene—made for a breezy November weekend last year. If you’re curious about mapping your own night out in that part of the Lone Star State, from live-music dives to after-dark eateries, check out AdultLook Abilene for a crowd-sourced lineup of current venues and insider tips that can help you stitch together an evening that feels local rather than touristy.

Quick Picks By Mood

• For color: Kyoto
• For culture: Oaxaca
• For warmth with spice: Marrakech
• For mellow Europe: Lisbon or Madeira
• For wild sky: Iceland
• For big hikes: El Chaltén
• For festival glow: Chiang Mai

Still undecided? Browse Lonely Planet’s November picks for even more ideas.

What I Pack For November Trips

• Light puffy (mine’s from Uniqlo)
• Compact umbrella and a hat
• Trail runners that dry fast
• A thin scarf (it works as a pillow, too)
• Power bank and a short cable
• Earplugs

I bought my traveler’s palm on a sticky July morning in Miami. It sat in a 15-gallon pot at a small nursery off Bird Road, all fan and drama. I’d seen these at beach hotels and thought, why not bring that “vacation” look home? You know what? I was half right and half wrong. Let me explain.
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First look: big fan energy

It looks like a palm, but it’s not a true palm. It’s more like a cousin to bananas and bird of paradise. The leaves sit in a wide fan, like a giant hand saying hello. Mine stood about 7 feet tall when I rolled it to the truck. The fan was already five feet across. My neighbor said, “That thing’s a peacock.” He wasn’t wrong.

The price? $129, plus a free lecture from the cashier about space. “Give it room,” she said. I nodded. I did not give it enough room.

Planting day chaos (and a small whoops)

I set it along the side yard, about 8 feet from the house and 5 feet from a fence. I dug a wide hole, twice the pot, and mixed in compost. The roots looked thick but not scary. I watered deep until the soil settled and stopped bubbling. Little tip—if the soil burps, it’s not done drinking. If you want a textbook outline instead of my chaos, this how-to on growing Traveler’s Palm breaks it down.

Then I noticed standing water in the leaf bases. That’s normal. These leaves hold rain. Folks say travelers once drank from them. I don’t drink yard water, but still—fun story. It reminded me of the scent of dust after a monsoon in the Southwest, the same earthy note I wrote about in this New Mexico travel art piece.

How it behaved that first year

• Sun: Full sun from noon to sunset. Leaves got a bit crispy the first month. New leaves came in fresh and glossy after.
• Water: Heavy thirst. Mine liked a long soak twice a week in summer. In winter, once a week was plenty, unless a dry front rolled in.
• Food: I fed it PalmGain 8-2-12 in March, June, and September. Slow and steady. No burn.
• Wind: Here’s the kicker—wind shreds those big leaves. A tropical storm skimmed us in August. The leaves looked like fringe skirts the next day. I trimmed the worst tears with bypass loppers. It bounced back, but it did look wild for a while.
• Cold: We hit 45°F one night. No major damage, just a little browning on the tips. If you get frost, this plant may sulk hard. If cooler weather has you craving a getaway, take a peek at my favorite places to visit in November for ideas that stay warm and sunny.

Real moments that sold me (and a few that didn’t)

One morning I found a pair of doves tucked in the leaf bases, hiding from the heat. Sweet. Another time, after a week of rain, I noticed mosquito larvae wiggling in the water trapped in those same leaf pockets. Not sweet. I now flush those out with a hose after big storms. Problem solved.

Kids love this plant. My niece called it “the big fan tree” and hid behind it during tag. It really does frame a yard like a stage. The fan points east-west, which looks cool at sunset. The light hits it, and it glows.

But it also grew. A lot. By the next summer, it shot to about 12 feet tall with a fan almost 10 feet wide. It started to lean toward the sun. I had to cut a small areca palm that was crowding it. The traveler’s palm won the land grab.

Not really indoor-friendly (unless your living room is a lobby)

I tried keeping a smaller one in a 24-inch pot on my covered patio. It lasted a year. Growth slowed. Leaves got smaller and a bit sad. It wanted sky. If you’re thinking “window plant,” no. If you’re thinking “poolside statement,” yes, if you have the space and no picky HOA.

What I loved

• That instant tropical “wow.” It’s the backdrop, the photo wall, the main character.
• Fast growth once it settles in. Mine put out a new leaf about every 3 to 4 weeks in summer.
• It handled heat like a champ. Full Miami sun. No problem after it hardened up.
• Low fuss on soil. Regular, well-drained yard soil worked fine with mulch and a hose.

What bugged me

• Wind tears. It will look perfect on Monday and ragged by Friday if a storm passes.
• Messy leaf bases. Old ones dry out and hang. You’ll prune. Wear gloves; the edges can be sharp.
• Space issues. The root base gets big. Don’t plant near a wall, septic, or tiny path. My pavers shifted a touch after year two—nothing extreme, but I noticed.
• Water pockets can draw mosquitoes. A quick flush fixes it, but you need to stay on it in rainy season.

Quick care notes that actually helped

• Space: Give it 10 feet from walls and 6 feet from fences, more if you can.
• Water: Deep soak twice a week in summer, once a week in winter. Let the top few inches dry between.
• Food: Palm fertilizer three times a year. I used PalmGain, but Osmocote worked too.
• Trim: Cut old, brown leaves close to the base with sharp loppers. Don’t hack the stem.
• Wind: If you’re in a gusty spot, plant near a windbreak, like a hedge. It won’t stop all tears, but it helps.

A tiny myth check, because people ask

Does it really point travelers in the right direction? Kind of. The fan tends to face east-west, which looks neat. But don’t toss your compass. Mine faced the street, then shifted a bit as it chased sun.

And does it store drinking water? Yes, the leaf bases hold rain. It’s not clean water, though. Birds use it. Bugs use it. I use the hose.

A year later: the good, the rough, and the real

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Who should get this plant

• You live warm (South Florida, SoCal, coastal Texas, Hawaii) and have room.
• You want “tropical” fast and don’t mind leaf cleanup.
• You like bold plants that feel like a set piece.

Who should skip it?

• Small yards with tight walkways.
• Frost-heavy areas (unless you go container and treat it like a summer fling).
• Folks who want tidy, formal lines year-round.

Final take

I give my traveler’s palm an 8.5/10. You can read the expanded version of my honest truth about growing a traveler’s palm if you want even more gritty details. Big love for the look, the speed, and the drama. Points off for wind tears and the space it claims. Would I plant it again? Yep—just not near a path or a tight corner. It wants a stage. Give it one, and it’ll steal the show.

If you plant it, one last tip: mulch the base, set a wide watering ring, and snap a photo every month. Watching that fan grow is half the fun. And if you hear someone say, “What is that?”—that’ll be your sign it’s doing its job.

I travel alone a lot. I like quiet mornings, good coffee, and streets I can walk without worry. I also like kind people. You know what? That matters more than anything when you’re solo.

If you're mapping out your own journey, the destination guides on ValidTravel spotlight cities that consistently rank high with solo travelers for safety and warmth. I also found this roundup of the best solo travel destinations in the USA for women super handy when narrowing my shortlist. For the full story of how I stitched all these stops together, you can dive into my coast-to-coast account of traveling solo across the U.S..

Here’s how I judge a city: walkability, transit, friendly vibes, and how safe I feel after dark. I use Google Maps, Citymapper, and sometimes the bSafe app. I put an AirTag in my day bag. I text my sister my plans. It’s simple, and it works.

These are my real stops and what I loved (and what bugged me) as a solo female traveler in the U.S.

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Portland, Maine — Small, Seaside, Stress-Free

I loved how soft Portland feels. Harbors. Old brick. Sea air that smells clean. I stayed near Old Port and walked almost everywhere.

I grabbed a latte at Tandem Coffee, ate a warm donut at The Holy Donut, and watched the boats by the Eastern Prom. The Casco Bay ferry ride? Cheap, calm, and perfect if you need a breath.

• My quick take: I felt safe walking to dinner early, and still fine getting ice cream after. The streets are lit, and folks are chatty.
• A tiny drag: Weekend crowds near the piers. I ducked down side streets and it was better.

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Santa Fe, New Mexico — Art, Sun, and Gentle Pace

Santa Fe was a slow exhale. Adobe walls. Big sky. I spent a late morning at the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum and wandered Canyon Road with a cocoa shot at Kakawa. I also got blissed-out at Ten Thousand Waves, a bathhouse in the hills. Going solo there felt easy and normal. Santa Fe also convinced me to pack an extra tote home; this city is a dream if you’re curious about New Mexico travel art (and the stories that cling to it like dust and rain).

I rode a simple shuttle to get around and stayed near the Plaza so I could walk most of the time. At night, I stuck to the main square and felt fine.

• Best surprise: Meow Wolf. Wild, bright, and safe staff presence.
• A tiny drag: Dry air. I carried a Hydro Flask and lip balm like my life depended on it.

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Seattle, Washington — City Comfort with Water Everywhere

Seattle can feel big, but it treated me well. I used the Link light rail from the airport and stayed near Pike Place Market. Morning coffee at the Starbucks Reserve Roastery felt cozy, even if it’s busy. I loved the ferry to Bainbridge Island—safe, scenic, and simple to do alone.

I walked the Green Lake loop in late afternoon and didn’t feel weird about it. I stuck to well-lit routes downtown after dark.

• Must-do: The Chihuly Garden and Glass near the Space Needle. Staff were helpful when I asked for directions.
• Heads-up: Hills. My Hoka shoes saved my knees.

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Asheville, North Carolina — Artsy, Outdoorsy, and Kind

I came for the mountains and stayed for the chocolate. Asheville felt like a friend’s town. I took the LaZoom bus tour (it’s goofy and fun), then ate cake at French Broad Chocolate Lounge. The River Arts District is full of makers who love to talk. That eased the “I’m alone” feeling fast.

I drove a short bit on the Blue Ridge Parkway for sunset. If you don’t have a car, local tours make it painless.

• Felt safe: Walking downtown until about 9 p.m., sticking to the main strips.
• Small drag: Weekend bachelor parties. I ate early and skipped the late-night bar rush.

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Chicago, Illinois — Big City That Still Holds Your Hand

Chicago surprised me. I stayed in River North and used the CTA a lot. The Blue Line from O’Hare was easy, even with a carry-on. I walked to Millennium Park and sat by the Bean with coffee. No one bothered me. The Art Institute gave me three quiet hours I didn’t know I needed.

I took the architecture boat tour solo and loved it. Staff were used to solo folks and kept things orderly.

• Eats: Lou Malnati’s for deep dish. I felt fine dining alone in a booth.
• Safety note: I planned my routes before leaving the hotel and used well-lit streets after dinner.

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Savannah, Georgia — Spanish Moss and Slow Walks

Savannah feels like a soft song. I stayed near the Historic District and wandered square to square. Forsyth Park in the morning is pure peace. I did a ghost tour at night and felt safe with the group. Folks look out for you here.

River Street can get rowdy, so I took my time and stayed aware. I loved brunch at The Collins Quarter and a quiet walk back.

• Sweet touch: Everyone says hello. It calmed my nerves.
• Tiny drag: Uneven sidewalks. Watch those ankles.

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Burlington, Vermont — Lake Views and Student Energy

Burlington is bright, clean, and easy. I rented a bike and rode the Lake Champlain path. I grabbed a maple creemee and sat by the water with my book. No rush, no stress. Church Street Marketplace has buskers and safe, social vibes.

I went in fall—gold leaves, crisp air, perfect sweaters. I took the free shuttle around town when my legs got tired.

• Good eats: Hen of the Wood for a treat-yourself dinner. Staff seated me without a fuss about sitting solo.
• Note: It’s quiet at night. I loved that.

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Sedona, Arizona — Red Rocks, Clear Mind

I went to Sedona for hikes and came back lighter. I hiked Bell Rock and the Airport Mesa viewpoint. Trails were clearly marked, and I saw many solo women hiking. I started early, packed water, and told the front desk where I was going.

Pink Jeep Tours were fun and felt safe with a solid guide. Even Uptown, which is touristy, felt manageable alone.

• Pack list: Sun hat, sunscreen, water, snacks. Anker power bank too.
• Small drag: Parking at trailheads fills fast. Early bird wins.

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San Diego, California — Chill Coastal Days

San Diego gave me sun and soft evenings. I used the MTS trolley and stayed near Little Italy. Balboa Park took a full afternoon, and the museums were easy to do solo. La Jolla sea lions made me laugh out loud. I ate tacos (Torchy’s is good, but I liked Puesto more) and watched the sunset at Sunset Cliffs with a hundred quiet strangers.

I felt fine walking to my hotel after dinner, sticking to bright streets.

• Favorite moment: Morning walk through Little Italy farmers’ market. Kind vendors. No weird vibes.
• Tiny drag: Uber prices spike on the beach at night. I took the trolley when I could.

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Madison, Wisconsin — Lakes, Bikes, and Good Sense

Madison felt like summer camp for adults. I rented a BCycle and rode the Lake Monona Loop. I visited the Capitol and ate cheese curds at The Old Fashioned. Saturday farmers’ market around the square? So friendly. People were happy to chat, then let me be. That’s my kind of crowd.

It gets cold, but summer and fall are gold.

• Walking after dark: I stayed near the square and felt fine until about 9:30.
• Small drag: Wind off the lake. Bring a light jacket even when it looks warm.

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Quick Hits I Also Loved

• Boulder, Colorado: Pearl Street, Chautauqua hikes, easy bus from Denver airport. Solo hikers everywhere.
• Austin, Texas: Lady Bird Lake trail, South Congress. Hot, though—morning walks only for me.
• Charleston, South Carolina: Rainbow Row, waterfront breezes, early dinners. Humid but lovely.

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What Helped Me Feel Safe (and Free)

I keep a short toolkit in mind wherever I go, and the straightforward safety tips in this guide for solo female travelers echo most of my own habits.

• I share my live location with my sister on iPhone.
• I keep a small crossbody bag that zips. Nothing flashy.
• I bring a doorstop alarm. It’s tiny and lets me sleep better.
• I save hotel and transit routes offline on Google Maps.
• I book dinners at 6 or 6:30 p.m. Less chaos, more calm.
• I wear comfy shoes (Hokas or Brooks) so I don’t look lost or slow.

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Ever wondered if packing your scrubs and chasing contracts is worth it? I did. I’m Kayla, a dialysis tech who got itchy feet and went traveling. I’ve run machines in desert heat, tiny mountain hospitals, and cold city basements that smelled like bleach and old coffee. Here’s the good, the rough, and the little stuff no recruiter mentions.

The quick gist (so you can breathe)

• Pay felt solid. My range was $1,700–$2,400 per week with stipends, sometimes more with call.
• Work was steady. Early mornings, fast pace, lots of sticks.
• Housing was hit or miss. Stipend worked best for me.
• Gear matters. Tape, scissors, good shoes. Save your back, save your day.
• Would I do it again? Yes—but not every contract.

Now let me explain how it really felt, shift by shift.

Where I went, what I ran

I started in Phoenix in August. Hot like opening an oven. The clinic ran Fresenius 2008T machines with bicarbonate jugs and acid jugs stacked like a red-and-white wall. I worked 3x12s, then picked up an extra shift because three techs called out in one week. Normal, right? Our patient ratio ran 4:1 at times. Busy, but doable with a solid nurse.

Then winter hit and I jumped to Boston. Old clinic. Tight floor plan. DaVita site using Falcon. Machines were well cared for, but the water room had a carbon tank alarm that loved to chirp right when first shift started lining up. I learned to arrive 20 minutes early and check my logs, RO pressures, and conductivity twice. Saved my skin more than once.

My most intense stop? A rural hospital in Montana. Acute hemo with NxStage in ICU rooms. Nights. I wasn’t alone, but it felt like it at 3 a.m. when the nurse asked for a fast turnaround on a septic patient and the water hookups fought me. Good news: the hospital crew brought coffee and asked real questions. You could tell they cared.

What I actually did every day

Same core work, new twist each place:

• Pre-flight checks on water and machines. Conductivity, temp, chlorine/chloramine logs. AAMI standards were the rule, not a suggestion.
• Priming lines, mixing bicarb, swapping acid jugs, checking dialyzer lot numbers.
• Cannulation on AV fistulas and grafts. Rope-ladder most days. Buttonhole only when it was an existing track.
• Permcath care with nurses nearby. Clear roles mattered. Some sites let techs assist more, some kept it tight.
• Heparin doses, saline flushes, venous and arterial pressures watched like a hawk.
• Post-treatment rinse-back, hemostasis, dressing checks, and clean-downs that left my hands so dry I kept lotion in my pocket.

Charting? I saw Falcon, Epic, and a homegrown system that looked like Windows ’95. I made cheat sheets for hotkeys. Small thing. Big time saver.

Pay, agencies, and the money stuff no one says out loud

My agencies were Aya Healthcare and American Mobile. I also worked a Fresenius traveler contract tied to their own sites. Pay varied by city and urgency. My best weekly total hit around $2,600 with overtime and call. My lowest was about $1,600 in a sleepy town with low census. For anyone trying to benchmark their own offers, AMN Healthcare keeps an updated look at travel dialysis technician salaries and outlines the typical day-to-day responsibilities—handy when you’re negotiating or sanity-checking a quote.

Housing stipends beat company housing for me. I rented short-term places on furnished listings and asked for a washer, decent AC, and safe parking. Non-negotiable after my gnat-filled studio in Phoenix (ask me about that AC unit… no, don’t).

Taxes? Keep every receipt. Meals, mileage between sites, scrubs. I used a simple spreadsheet and a scanning app. Not cute, but it worked. When I wanted a quick snapshot of what other dialysis techs were earning in the same city, I’d pull up ValidTravel and sanity-check my offer before I signed. If you’re curious how travel compares on the nursing side, check out this candid first-person review of LPN travel jobs—it gave me great benchmarks when I negotiated.

Credentials and hoops

I hold CCHT. I’ve also done a BLS renewal more times than I’ve blinked. Every contract wanted:

• CCHT or BONENT CHT
• BLS card
• Hep B titers, TB test, fit test records
• Skills checklist and references
  Some states wanted a state tech permit. HR would ping me for it late on a Friday—of course. I kept a digital folder ready. If you need a clear, bulletproof list of what most facilities expect, AHS RenalStat lays out the core requirements for travel dialysis technicians along with tips for getting paperwork squared away fast.

Orientation ranged from great to “you’ll figure it out.” Outpatient usually gave me 2–3 days. Acute sometimes threw me in after one shift but paired me with a vet for the first call night. If you hate fast starts, say so early.

Real moments that stuck with me

• Mr. J in Phoenix had a beautiful fistula that rolled like a fish. I used a shallow angle, warmed the site, and slowed my hand. He said no one listened to him about the roll. We got a clean stick. He smiled. Made my week.
• Boston winter storm. We ran patients early and called rides. A nurse brought in muffins and hand warmers. My toes thawed right as the carbon tank alarm sang again. We laughed because what else can you do?
• Montana ICU night. Young patient. Scared mom. I talked through every beep. My voice shook once. I kept going. We got through the run without a crash. I sat in the break room and cried for two minutes, then did my next check. That’s the job.

What I loved

• New teams, new tricks. I learned Gambro quirks at one site and shaved minutes off turnaround at the next.
• The patients. They teach you. They also roast you if your tape job is sloppy. Fair.
• The rush of getting a tough stick on a rough day and hearing, “Didn’t even feel it.”

What made me groan

• Call schedules that looked chill on paper and flipped on day one.
• Short staffing. You feel it in your knees by noon.
• Charting systems that lag just when you need to print a label.
• Housing that’s “near” the clinic… if you enjoy 45 minutes of traffic and one scary left turn.

Gear I won’t travel without

• Microfoam tape, paper tape, and bandage scissors
• Alcohol pads and a small penlight
• Black Sharpie for jug labels and dialyzer marks
• Compression socks and a backup pair of insoles
• A lunch I can eat in 6 minutes, because, well, you know how it goes

On the rare nights when my shift ended early and I found myself in a brand-new city with zero friends, I discovered that having a fast way to meet locals made the whole travel gig feel less lonely. Dropping into FuckLocal let me line up no-strings coffee dates or low-key hangouts wherever my contract took me, giving me a quick social recharge so I could head back to the clinic focused and refreshed. For assignments that landed me just south of Boston, I learned that Quincy has its own after-hours vibe, and browsing AdultLook Quincy connected me to vetted local spots and companions, sparing me the trial-and-error of hunting down safe, discreet venues on my own time.

Who should try it

If you like early starts, don’t spook at alarms, and enjoy meeting new crews, it fits. If change drains you, or you want a steady home unit and long bonds, a local clinic might feel better. Both paths are real. Neither is “less.” For more perspective on a completely different allied role, this honest look at life as a travel medical assistant is worth a read.

My bottom line

Travel dialysis tech work stretched me. It paid me well. It humbled me too. Some days felt golden. Some felt like pushing a boulder uphill while the RO yelled at me.

Would I sign another contract? Yes. With clear terms, a housing plan, and a promise to myself to say no when the load gets unsafe.

Call it 4 out of 5 stars. Not perfect. Very real. And when a patient says, “Thanks for taking care of me,” it lands. Every time.

You’ve got questions? I probably had the same ones in a snowy parking lot at 5 a.m., coffee cooling on the dash. And still, I showed up. That’s the job. And, honestly, that’s why I liked it.