All The Way
I awoke next to my brother under a semi trailer after a long night of wind and rain. It was the truck backing into the trailer and reconnecting that caused me to start, half stumbling and drowsy with hunger from missing meals for 2 days. Straightening out my matted hair as I gathered my few belongings I smiled.
“ So this is what freedom feels like.” I said to myself. Shaking from adrenaline. Beautiful, unadulterated, stray dog freedom.
Hunger in the belly, listless wandering, lost in the sea of the American plains, Oklahoma or some such dreary and god forsaken place. I was 20 years old, being imbued with the knowledge of the way of life by hardship, want, and will. There was a warm basement waiting for me in my father’s house. A life of ease and mediocrity, video games, working at a gas station, irresponsibility. This could all be mine with a simple phone call and a bus ticket.
I began asking myself why I was doing what I was doing. I left my hometown with nothing. My brother and I picked a date to leave and when the date came we stepped over the threshold never to return or be dependent upon anyone but ourselves. I remember an encounter with a man who picked us up on the road. He posed a question.
“ Don’t you want to live a comfortable life?” He inquired. He remarked on our intelligence and said, “ You boys should be in college!”
My reply was simple. “ I have no desire to live a life of comfort if I have no purpose.”
The reason why I left my hometown in the manner that I did was because I was searching for something more. A deeper driving purpose behind my life. In our collective past there have always been coming of age ceremonies where a boy sets out into the unknown, into danger, but through will and determination overcomes the hardship presented him. It is through this process that he earns the social right to assert his manhood. It was this that I was seeking. It was this that I got.
Be on the watch. The gods will offer you chances. True opportunities are those that we must risk everything for. Prior to setting out I was told tales of horrible crimes committed against those who were foolish enough to set out on the road and thumb it. I knew I should pay these stories no heed. The right of passage was worth the risk.
Many of the experiences I had on the road informed my paradigm and affect me deeply to this day.
I went to church with what we would later find out were members of a cult. The preacher got up and began ranting about the music in the rocks. “ William Branham was the second coming of Elijah!” he screamed through foam and missing teeth. Gesticulating and waving his arms over the heads of the members of his church. A shack I should say. Built of plywood and held together by a few secondhand nails. Little more than a chicken coop in the middle of the American plains.
We rode with a former catholic priest turned trucker. “ The world is a painting, look at the sky!” He exclaimed all the while chain smoking cheap cigarettes that burned my eyes and gave me a headache.
The final and most important was while thumbing it through Northern California during the forest fires of 2008. My brother and I lay down in a field amidst the smoke. We were woken up by a rushing cacophony in the close distance. A constant rushing sound of wind and destructive force. We both stood up and began to approach the noise slowly. It got louder and louder until we could finally see the cause of the commotion. A freight train was barreling through the night not 10 feet from where we stood. The smoke barreled in circles from the force of 1 million pounds hurtling along at breakneck speed. It makes the hair stand on end, the ears deaf, and the mind gape. To touch the divine in symbol. We stood in awe until it was fully past.
It was these small rewards, stories from life well lived and risks taken, that were worth the uncertainty, hardship, and hunger. Resolve and grit are character traits that can only be birthed by this triumvirate.
In the words of Marcus Aurelius, “The impediment to action advances action. What stands in the way becomes the way.”
The character traits I earned when I walked out of my hometown are still serving me well to this day. After my first adventure I was blessed to see sunrises on four different continents, feel the wind chill my face in places that are higher than the highest elevations in the lower 48, and hear the languages of dozens of disparate people groups. My focus became walking vast distances across foreign mountain ranges, meeting people who lived in such seclusion that none spoke english, subsisting on cuisines that have never known bread or pasta.
Ultimately, I strove to take action to leave where I was comfortable and place myself in positions where I had to be creative and improvise to make headway. As humans, we take the raw material that is presented to us and we form it by whatever means we have at our disposal to reach our end goals. The world is an open opportunity. We simply have to reach out and take action to seize the chances presented us.
This is what defines an excellent wilderness guide. They take the raw material of information available to them and weave it into a narrative that touches the hearts of the guests they bring into the wilderness with them. Improvisation in adversity elevates the guest experience from one of misery to one of joy.
They can touch the hearts of their guests and enable them to achieve that which they believed impossible.
I take people on a different kind of vacation; backpacking trips. Our trips in the Smokies provide the raw material to form resolve and will in our guests. Backpacking provides a full gamut of different emotions and sensations. Backpacking in the Smokies will make you curse, it will make you cry, it can rain, it can snow. It can be hot, it can be cold. In the end, the reward is only given when pushing through these obstacles. That is why I love backpacking so much. It builds will, grit, and resolve into those that question their abilities.
The boon is to be had at the end of a long and strenuous uphill hike. Reaching the pinnacle and setting up camp to coffee and an isolated sunset with the ridges running as far as the horizon. The isolation is earned. The silence is earned. The camaraderie is earned.
Our backpacking trips will leave you breathless but refreshed; tired but invigorated; isolated but in good company. Come and experience the American Wild Trekking difference. Book a trip and see what heights you can achieve.
if you’re going to try, go all the
otherwise, don’t even start.
if you’re going to try, go all the
this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.
go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
how much you really want to
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than
you can imagine.
if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
you will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with
do it, do it, do it.
all the way
all the way.
you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter, its
the only good fight