At the end of the day

At the end of the day

Descending into the slot
Early this summer, my sister-in-law’s boyfriend suggested we go spend some time together. He mentioned a hike and a beer. Then I threw a Hail Mary. How about a canyoneering trip? You into rappels and chilly swims? I picked a 7-mile canyon that offers only one way out once you start, and it’s at least a 10-hour ordeal even if you’re fast. At this first rappel, he went over the edge, looked down the slot and saw where there rope ended. In a pool of shady water, and that only means it’s going to be one cold mutherfucker. It was awesome to hear the sounds of grown men squealing from the shock of cold water greeting nuts. 

Descending into the slot

Early this summer, my sister-in-law’s boyfriend suggested we go spend some time together. He mentioned a hike and a beer. Then I threw a Hail Mary. How about a canyoneering trip? You into rappels and chilly swims? I picked a 7-mile canyon that offers only one way out once you start, and it’s at least a 10-hour ordeal even if you’re fast. At this first rappel, he went over the edge, looked down the slot and saw where there rope ended. In a pool of shady water, and that only means it’s going to be one cold mutherfucker. It was awesome to hear the sounds of grown men squealing from the shock of cold water greeting nuts. 

(Source: markdstephens)

Cruisin’ the Baja peninsula.

Cruisin’ the Baja peninsula.

(Source: markdstephens)

"Hey, over here."
Walking around in the ponderosa pines at 8,000 feet and miles from the nearest town is hardly an epic adventure. Except to her. Attagirl.

"Hey, over here."

Walking around in the ponderosa pines at 8,000 feet and miles from the nearest town is hardly an epic adventure. Except to her. Attagirl.

The first time it occurred to me that I could employ an old piece of webbing I once used for climbing anchors for a tree swing, my daughter finally believed that I really could do anything.
Then, one day, she asked me to build her a roller coaster.
I’ll find a way.

The first time it occurred to me that I could employ an old piece of webbing I once used for climbing anchors for a tree swing, my daughter finally believed that I really could do anything.

Then, one day, she asked me to build her a roller coaster.

I’ll find a way.

"A GPS can’t help you find yourself."

— Patagonia (via kcowyo)