Nature doesn’t care; don’t take it personally.
Whether I drop the ball at work or have the best week ever, the trail only cares about how many miles I make before you stop. God help you if you don’t respect the wild. Chronically overlooked, our unprecedented access to places where societal constructs don’t matter is a unique American privilege. My part of this blog serves as an outlet for my thoughts on the history and condition of land on which we may be as free as we’ll ever be in modern society. I’ll break up the poetic waxing with gear and destination reviews.
As an enthusiast of the outdoors, I’m eternally thankful my career is centered on studying land: geography. Figuring out the solutions and problems contained within any landscape is what I live for (professionally, at least). As a city boy, the Boy Scouts got me outdoors regularly. Although I learned a lot and enjoyed the variety, that style of camping is clunky and inflexible. When my partner and I began camping consistently as adults, I began to think of cooking, cleaning and making a campsite in terms of how much it took from being present. Did we come here to wash dishes or hike? At a certain point, boots are boots and a tent is a tent. I hope I can help you sort out what will help you squeeze a little more time in the hammock versus treating blisters. I’m a guilty gear-head, and this is the perfect cover to indulge in my retail impulses.
Good talk, see you out there.