This is me at my absolute best.

In the middle of nowhere in Patagonia, once again I found my tribe.  A tribe of climbers.  People who share the same passion for adventure, a love of nature, and a desperate need to push themselves beyond their fears.  We slept under the stars together, cooked meals together, climbed giant rocks all over the Patagonia wilderness together, and put our lives in each others hands without reservation.  After six days of pure bliss (and temporary moments of terror), I had to come down from the mountain today and I cried every step of every mile.  

I have many tribes, thankfully. A tribe of comedians in NYC, a tribe of family in the South, a tribe of friends in New Mexico, and many other tribes scattered around the country.  As long as I am surrounded by good people who share a similar passion and a strong concern for one another, no matter where I am in the world I am happy and at home.

Now it’s time to embark on the next adventure down here with more wonderful people I haven’t met yet.