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?
A Wanderlusting Mind is more than occasionally visiting new places or wanting to take a vacation. It affects every part of you. Your decisions. Your values. Your future.
Some people ski. Some snowmobile. And some keep running through the winter. I keep biking. I do ski. I do snowshoe. But bikes just have a hold on me. I find them magical.
Nebraska: A state of waterfalls, canyons and geological features... wait, what?!
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.
I think people often view "adventure" as one of those abstract things that they aren't able to attain. That it's only for the "lucky".
Have you ever wandered countless miles down a trail, only to come to a dead-end? This could be a wide open meadow, where the trail gradually peters out. It could be at a cliff, overlooking a rushing river below. It…
