-huge powder day at my home mountain, and somehow managing to get first tracks down one of the longest lines on the mountain, good solid hike that definitely paid of, and then continuing to get first tracks for the entire day. it was years ago, and the first time i'd actually gone hiking for lines, definitely a good day
-too many other ski days to even count
-going tubing in laos, met a huge group of people that i ended up traveling with for quite a while, just such a fun day with rope swings, drunken tubing, and just hanging out and partying with a ton of new people
-taking a local bus in laos with the group i met tubing. ****ty little bus that broke down a few times, the group of us just chilled out and enjoyed the ride, one of the guys got his guitar out and every time he played a song someone else knew, they'd chime in and sing along. just one of those days that stick out in my mind and remind me of why i love traveling
-alot of random seemingly normal days with my friends. my core group of friends is like a second family to me, and most of my best memories are when we're just haning out in the living room, helping a few of them move into their new apartment, and other every day things like that
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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways
Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass.
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