Like most people, we painfully wait for Friday. Counting down the seconds at work (given we have an occupation) until we can all get in our cars and meet up. Every moment of free time during the week is spent using satellite, perusing the web, and planning out our weekend trip. Most people choose to spend the weekend relaxing in the comfort of their white walled apartment, watching Netflix. However, the idea of rappelling through roof skylights or having a beer in each state is much more appealing to us.
Sleeping bags, camera gear, and food all packed as if we plan on never coming back, maybe we wont. We stay up late and sleep very little, leaving often at 3–5 AM, driving sometimes more than ten hours to the location. The idea of this to most is exhausting, scary even. We take a professional approach to this lifestyle, just as meticulous as a Navy SEAL. Only our core objective is fun.
We spent our entire existence searching for a meaning to this life. Little did we know, we found it the first time we didn’t come home at curfew, sang together with our friends at the local Knights of Columbus, and opened a door to go into a place that was strictly off limits. In the end, thats it. No one will be talking about your shitty job or how you had dental insurance while they hover over your coffin. The one and only mistake we made was not realizing it sooner. If that is growing up, well then I guess, fuck it.
Onward to adventure…