Some people would describe this feeling as getting outside, getting active, a hobby, and maybe that’s because they haven’t walked long enough to hear the gravel’s crunch become something you hum. That, my friend, is an experience. We soak our shoes, harness our concentration, make our way across broken tree trunks, peeling the bark behind us, and we move forward. We pretend to be invincible, strong, durable, climbing to the next epic view to capture timeless memories of ocean waves, lake waters, and creeks, high-fiving every shoreline. We take comfort in every good laugh, knowing that within the unchartered terrain we keep a small amount of our insanity locked away in really big smiles.