Five years ago I took my first steps on a 2,653 milelong stretch of dirt that took me from Mexico to Canada… a stretch of dirt that changed my world. I tend to avoid looking back at photos, videos; visual timestamps so tactile I know when my eyes meet their shapes, I’ll be pulled back in—back into a black hole of nostalgia;
youth and joy and reckless abandon.
A timestamp so embedded in who I am,
I avoid looking back because I know— I’ll never have an experience like it again… It’s sad.
It’s beautiful.
It’s growth.
Hiking the PCT didn’t solve my problems. It didn’t give me clear direction.Honestly, it complicated everything.
Every aspect of my life. And for that, I’m most grateful.
It showed me what was possible.
For myself,
for my work,
For my life. It turned out those crazy, beautiful, wild adventures weren’t just things I could read about..
but stories I could go out and write myself.

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