There’s nothing better than the smell of fresh mountain air, endless forest, and swaying golden plains right? Well, maybe cracking open an ice cold brewski after sweating in places you never thought you would and trudging up a peak in 40º heat. That’s a part of the adventure right? It takes climbing up a mountain to get to the top, to see that valley or endless horizon from the perspective few except for birds see, and know that through the liter of sweat and hours of chaffing and thoughts of quitting that you conquered it. And conquered yourself. Below you’ll find a collection of my favorite kind of travel — the hikes in solitude, the the natural connection, the adrenaline filled activities. Oh, and the mis-adventures, you’ll get a laugh from that.
CRAMPING + CAMPING //
“I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.” — Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
HEART POUNDING //
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!” – Hunter S. Thompson
ROAD TRIPPIN’ //
“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life” — Jack Kerouac, On the Road