I tend to be a bit of a hurricane. Dragging people through the storm with whatever crazy idea I get it in my head to do. Need a travel buddy? I’m already on the plane. Need someone to hike with? I’m waiting at the top of the mountain. Need someone to help paddle a raft going full speed toward potential death? You’ll find me at the front of the raft. That’s why an 11-day white water rafting trip in the Grand Canyon has been in my brain and on my bucket list for a while. But putting something on a bucket list isn’t enough. So I decided to make it happen for myself and five others.
It’s the perfect combination of things I enjoy:
Adventure, nature, and fun- not only to do, but also to remember doing. After all, sometimes the best part of doing cool shit is looking back on it.
Growing up, I’d never have considered myself an “outdoorsy” or “adventure sports” type of person. I mean, I dropped out of Cub Scouts, was athletically husky, and didn’t even know I liked rollercoasters until I was in my early 20s.
However, my 20s were a time of learning, being selfish, and trying as much stuff as possible.
In the past few years, I’ve hiked 40 miles across the Grand Tetons, slept under the stars in Vietnam, and nearly drowned in the Ayung River in Bali.