There is nothing like you, there was nothing like you, and there shall be nothing like you. -my yogi tea // embrace your wild
Spent the last 6 days exploring arches, alcoves, and canyons with @juusoringman, @everchanginghorizon, and @jess.wandering on our @kokopellipackraft rogues. The paddle days were long and at times ridiculously windy. At one point I must’ve paddled for a good 2 min and didn’t move an inch. It was Jess’ first time ever paddling and I give her mad props for pushing through. I didn’t hear her complain once - even when she was going backwards with her hat flipped behind her head paddling as hard as she could. These are the type of ppl you want on your trips. Quin is an inspiration and makes me want to work harder to be a better photographer. No matter how little sleep he got or how sick he felt he was always up at the crack of dawn and in the middle of the night to work his magic. Juuso, as always was my backbone, and Kyra, well she’s the best adventure dog ever. It was a good trip with a solid crew.
On a side note, I’ve been gettin quite a few inquiries about this trip. If I guided another trip here, who’d be interested?
Darwin may have been quite correct in his theory that man descended from the apes of the forest, but surely woman rose from the frothy sea, as resplendent as Aphrodite on her scalloped chariot. [Margot Datz]
Paddling under Havasu Falls with a @kokopellipackraft was as humbling as it was inconceivably fun. Our favorite game to play was how close can you get to the thundering base of the 110ft fall. All of us were too chicken shit to get right under in fear of flipping over as our vision went from 100% to zero in a matter of seconds as we inched our way closer. #followyouradventure#packraftingandwaterfalls
To grow you must experience pain. But if it's the pain that precipitates the growth, should it be called pain? If the obstacle is the way, is it really an obstacle? If resistance provides assistance is it resistance? If we end up grateful for it all, why do we call things a blessing and other things a curse?
Maybe then it is all good. Just life, colored with different hues and palettes. If we can enjoy both triumph and failure we have mastered the game, for our happiness is beyond the whim of Fortune's capricious wheel. It is going to hurt, so bring it on.
Up close and personal with Half Dome A few years ago a national park ranger told me a compelling statistic: 98% of people who visit national parks in America walk no more than one mile from their car. Crazy to see how a park that received 6 million visitors last year can be so secluded the further you venture from the trailhead. We must have passed hundreds of dozen people on the way up to Nevada falls, but up here, a couple solo adventurists, three groups of climbers, and incredible 360 views of the valley. #explorefurtherdeeperlonger
We are the sum total of our experiences. Those experiences – be they positive or negative – make us the person we are, at any given point in our lives. And, like a flowing river, those same experiences, and those yet to come, continue to influence and reshape the person we are, and the person we become. None of us are the same as we were yesterday, nor will be tomorrow. [B.J. Neblett] // what experiences are you filing your life with? #followyouradventure
Peaceful blue hour at Milford Sound. Come 9am cue the tour boats, planes and helicopters. Come 1o’clock cue the crazy afternoon winds and storms. #flatwatertowavepooltoholyshit
Received quite a bit inquiries regarding this place via IG story, here’s some info: This photo was taken at Onsen Hot Pools, a 10-15 min drive from the center of Queenstown, New Zealand. We made the reservation for one hour two months in advance. The $119 nzd comes with a personal hot tub, retractable sliding glass wall, views of the shotover river and queenstown hill, a personal shower, drinking water, and a blaring alarm to let you know when that hour is up. Next time, two hours. The day of our booking was cold, cloudy, and raining- perfect conditions for a dip. Any other questions, shoot ;)
I started doing ice cold dips along my hikes as a way to challenge myself, get past the discomfort of entering a body of cold water, eventually learning to control my breathing to and embrace the bite. Soon after I discovered the euphoria that tends to linger after a cold water submersion and have been taking just about every chance to seize the opportunity on sunny days.
Last weekend I went on my first self-supported (no crutches or stabilization tools) overnight backpacking trip since fracturing my ankle, and it felt good to be back. I came out of the trek feeling stronger, as if the more I move at this point in the recovery stage, the better it is for my ankle. But there’s one thing that I feel contributed greatly to feeling so great after 24km of hiking for the first time in a long time.
The first day of the hike after establishing base camp and nourishing our bodies with high protein and caloric foods and water, we followed the river that runs parallel to Routeburn Track and found ourselves a little swimming hole. I started by dipping only my sore ankle and let the familiar sting set in. A few ankle plunges later my inflamed lower back, ass, and legs screamed “me too” so I stripped off my pants and sank my lower body into the frigid liquid of goodness. After 3 dips of 30 sec each, @juusoringman and I both noticed the dull pain (and soreness in the ankle) that usually follows a long hike disappeared. Poof, gone. I’m not sure of the science behind cryotherapy, but cold water submersions is something I find myself increasingly drawn to. #whenidipyoudipwedip
Three years ago @chrisbrinleejr told me his intentions to motorbike through SE Asia. Without hesitation and a little over $1k in my bank account, I booked a one way ticket to Bangkok to meet Chris. After a music festival in Thailand we hopped on an overnight train to Cambodia, visited temples, camped on islands and made our way to Vietnam. After securing our bikes, we discovered our schedules had conflicting interests. We agreed to go our separate ways in the beginning, reconnecting in cities along our ride. It was my second time ever owning a bike, the first one I had totaled in a head on collision with an SUV at a combined speed of over 100mph on the PCH. I took that as a sign to back off for a bit til i could develop the respect and wisdom I needed to handle such a powerful machine. So here i was 2 years later with only less a week total in riding experience and I was going solo in a country I was unfamiliar with and didn’t speak the language. I started my ride north before dawn to find out my intended route didn’t allow bikes. It took over 30 minutes through a game of charades and google translator with a guy on the side of the road next to the entrance of my 3rd route attempt to discover I had to hop on a ferry and cross a river through some back roads to make it to my next destination. I had no idea what I was doing nor did i have an exact route mapped out, just an idea of when I needed to be up north by. It ended up being one of my favorite adventures ever and exactly what i needed: a month mostly by myself (i did meet some cool ppl along the way to ride with for a bit) touring an unfamiliar country with no specific plans, no expectations, unbelievably kind locals, two wheels and a pair of feet to guide me. This photo was taken on the day I said goodbye to my little rocket before handing it off to the new owner. I imagine in this moment I was reflecting upon my trip and telling the bike thanks for one hell of a ride. Thanks Chris for igniting this trip. If you’re debating a solo trip, DO IT. If your plans don’t go as expected, EMBRACE IT, it’ll probably end up being exactly what you need. #followyouradventure
20km of paddling, 6.5 hours on the water, 3 to 5 foot waves propelled by the 48479337km winds and xxl sized tour boats... this wasn’t your average taylor made tourist tour packaged with a pretty red bow. photo taken before shit hit the fan. trip report to follow. #followyouradventure#packraftingand#waterfalls