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As I was scrolling through websites for job postings, I voiced to Brandon that I wanted to do something for work that I’d never done before. The thought of doing exactly what I’d done prior sounded stale and boring to me
Every piece of equipment that malfunctioned became yet another strike against our plan, it was obvious that we weren’t going to be leaving Denver any time soon. We agreed around the middle of the month that instead of trying to force the issue, we’d listen to what the Universe was offering, to stay another month in Denver while we sorted out all of the repairs.
We were able to camp (almost) on the beach one night after getting stuck in the sand and being pulled out by a local, take a four mile trail run through the heart of the Redwoods, and swim buck naked in the Pacific Ocean.
What followed was a long night of tearing apart the house, the perfectly packed van, and accepting that we weren’t going to be leaving that night. We’d have to wait for the Department of Driver Services to open two days later and bide our time until then patiently. It was disappointing, but reminded us of two different truths that kept repeating themselves throughout the month: one, that there are still good people in the world and two, that almost nothing is going to go as we planned it.
Eventually though, the trip’s purpose seemed to take on a new life of its own and go through a metamorphosis of unexpected twists and turns, even before taking off. Although we’d be climbing in some of the most profoundly beautiful places in America, the trip would be about much more than just clipping draws and sending projects.