What pushes us to keep exploring? What keeps the fire of soulful adventure burning? What drives us to go just a little further despite pain, struggle and not knowing what we will see or if it will be “worth it”? And what makes it still seem worth it when the outcome isn’t what we were expecting?
I would say there is one achievement that sticks particularly out in my mind. One that seemed a little “big” and I wondered how I’d break through it. Camping in the backcountry… in bear country… and carrying all the gear necessary to do so.