Someone recently asked me how I got so into the outdoors. I didn’t grow up with mountain climbing parents and in a sense I’m quite the black sheep in my family. An apple that fell from the tree when there was a storm outside, as my uncle once put it 😂
I think I always had a deep passion for the outdoors but it took a trip to southwestern US as a 19-year old to fully realize it. There, somewhere in my tent under the milky way in the deserts of Arizona I found a psyche of greater proportions than I’d ever experienced before.
Fast forward to today and I can’t look at a massive rock wall, snowy mountain or wild river without seeing routes, lines and general potential for another great day in the wild.
Still far away from as hardcore as many of my friends, I wonder where this psyche will have taken me in another 10 years from now. All I know for sure it that I want to stay in a lifelong relationship with those humbling rocky giants that have inspired me so much to this day.
Thanks for all the love and support that have taken me to where I am ❤️
As a solo female traveler I often thank my lucky star for being born in a part of the world where women have been given a fairly big amount of freedom, compared to the majority of places on this planet. The freedom to work and earn my own money, the freedom to study, not to mention the basic freedom to move around, accompanied by none but myself, on any vehicle of choice. The effing freedom to travel. I can barley picture a life without it.
To highlight the fact that this lack of freedom is still reality for millions of people, because they weren’t born with something hanging between their legs; here’s an article about a badass lady who went to Afghanistan to travel on a mountainbike. “What’s so badass about that?” you might think. Eh well, as obsurd as it might sound, in Afghanistan this is still not allowed. For women.
As you might figure I was not there with her to snap this shot –> Photo property belongs to Shannon Galpin.