Sometimes we hit obstacles in life. It helps to remember that just like on the trail you can always go over, under or around them.
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That point in the day that the sun brings it self almost down to your level... 🌞
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These moments in life, are exactly how they are supposed to be.⠀
This morning I was scrambling to unload gear for my backpacking class in the rain. I started to feel overwhelmed, since everything was getting soaked.⠀
I took a breath. ⠀
I sat down and closed my eyes. My body breathed itself without me doing anything. I heard the rain, gently falling. I felt my heart beating. I allowed myself to drink in a beautiful, special moment of my life. Suddenly, I just felt grateful: That I was there to hear the raindrops. That having life means that I get to experience all these crazy things - soggy weather included. That today includes me.⠀
Each moment is just like this. ❤️
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Thankful to live in such a beautiful state.
It took moving across three states for me to truly appreciate the beauty that surrounded me at home.
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Hey guys! Jordan has a web series that he's filming while we are on the road (comedy, skateboarding, bus stuff, etc.) The Boston episode features our last weekend before moving up to Maine to begin building the Wanderbus! Check it 🙄☝🏻
There’s new cement on the sidewalk across from the shelter I work at.
Its flawless and even
I looked at our side of the street and thought to myself
How much I love the cracks in the concrete
The bits of green grass and clover growing in between
I like the spaces that are broken
Where new growth shows through
Because it’s prettier than perfect.
It’s also what I like about you.
Its also what I like about me.
The goodness that’s built from the rubble
The strength that’s formed from the fragments
One time, someone told me to lead with my brokenness. The thought made me shutter.
But as I grow, I learn
That shortcomings and faults,
Sharp edges and busted seams
Are what makes you beautiful
Are what makes me beautiful
Because we’re prettier than perfect
Shattered glass makes the most beautiful mosaics
And broken crayons still color.
We’re halfway through “Bear Week” at BACKPACKER. @grantordelheide photographed this family of bears in Alaska. He says “On this morning, myself and five others were dropped off by float plane at a lake deep in Katmai National Park. We began hiking a couple of miles down the river to a point where we had seen bears from the air. As we walked and quietly talked to each other, we noticed a big brown rock up in the tundra. By this point in the trip, we had come to accept that "brown rocks" were almost always bears. As we moved toward it, we noticed something move behind it, then another and another. We had stumbled upon this beautiful bear and her three Cubs. We approached her with caution as her curious cubs peaked at us over her back. As she and the cubs showed us they were calm and comfortable with our presence, we settled in for one of the most productive wildlife shoots I have ever had. It was an incredible morning and I had an experience I am really grateful for.”
For more stories and tips about bear encounters hit the link in our bio.
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I had mountains on the mind last night. I sat at the top of San Gorgonio in the dark, watching millions of city lights flicker in the distance. I thought of Whitney (pictured here), because I’d like to nail it in the next year — and because a lot of people use the 18 mile slog up and down San G as a training run for the biggest 14er in California. If you can do San G, you can do Whitney. I did San G, but it was sloppy and slow. Once you hit 11k feet, it has a funny way of knocking you on your ass, and descending 5,400 feet absolutely demolished my knees. If “doing” San G means slaying San G, I didn’t really DO San G. I really hit the wall as far as my current physical limitations, but you don’t know what those are until you push them, and over the last 24 hours, I did just that. My goal was to do the 3 biggest peaks in SoCal (San Gorgonio, San Jacinto and San Antonio), between 10:30am yesterday and 10:30am today. Last week I took a nasty fall before I even hit the trail, and it banged up my knees so badly, I was in tears the night it happened. In the days after that, I went back and forth over whether I wanted to go through with this. I knew there was a chance I wouldn’t finish in time, but I still wanted to try. And early this morning, after thinking I had it in the bag, I realized I wasn’t going to be able to do the third peak in the challenge. I did San Jacinto and San Gorgonio, logging 30 miles and 8k feet of gain, but I had to bail on Baldy (aka San Antonio), because I didn't feel like I could get up and down safely, and I didn’t want to risk further injury. I was disappointed that I “failed,” because I wanted to bag all 3 in 24 hours, but I don’t know if it would be correct to call it failure. That’s the most mileage I’ve ever logged in one day, and hiking Gorgonio in and of itself is something to be proud of, even if you struggle at some points. It showed me what I need to improve upon if I want to do bigger hikes, and it really only gets better from here. Just because you don’t nail something the first time around doesn’t mean it’s not worth pursuing. If we never failed, and our goals were too easy to obtain, what would they be worth, anyway?
In a matter of seconds, my words can reach thousands of people around the world.
Because of this, I am currently experiencing the worst case of writers block I’ve ever known.
Fear showed up at my doorstep unannounced and made itself good and comfy in the living room of my mind. It is because of this unwelcome visitor that I realized the truth behind writers block, or a creative block in any medium.
It does not come from a lack of ideas or inspiration. It comes from the fear of those ideas and inspirations not being good enough.
The fear of being judged takes hold of your pen and dries up all the ink before you can touch point to paper. You are not lacking ideas or things to write about. Hell, here I am writing a whole post about not knowing what to write about.
There is an infinite amount of creativity and life within you. But your fear is keeping you small.
So this post is dedicated to all of you perfect humans out there who let themselves shrink so as not to be noticed. This is for those of you who live in fear of being judged by others.
It’s time to expand.
It’s time to just keep doing it anyway, whatever that ‘it’ may be for you. It’s time to move past fears, self-doubts, and insecurities. They will always be there and some days they will shout louder and some days they will whisper.
Let’s be the ones who do it anyway.