When I graduated college in 2009, I made myself a promise. “One day I will travel and explore this world that I live in.” Pretty typical – right? In my friend group traveling means you’re rich. Experience rich and soul full filled. But, I place an idealized requirement on my promise. I was going to travel the world… debt free.
“What are men to rocks and mountains?” -Jane Austen Going through my photographs from my recent trip to El Potrero Chico in Mexico, I was looking forward to a series […]
I was tasked with picking out all of the rocks from the soil in the backyard the first time I thought about killing myself. I was in 4th grade. Suicide […]
“Oh shit.” The next thing I knew there was tons of slack in the system and I had enough time to take in almost three arm lengths of slack. My […]
Nothing was beautiful, and everything hurt. Rewind to 6 months ago. Arguably, I was in one of the best fitness shapes of my life. I was running strong. Climbing stronger. […]
“Damn. It’s such beautiful country out here.” I sat up in the bed of the pickup truck and looked out at the endless horizon. A breeze fluttered back and forth […]
As many of you know, I left the States to travel to the United Kingdom on 8 May 2015 in order to attend the BMC International Summer Climbers Meet. There […]