When I look at a picture of an incredible place with beautiful scenery, I begin to imagine that place as it exists in that exact moment in time; the temperature of the ground, the texture of the rock, the sounds of the birds, the slight wind blowing through the trees. Just simply realizing that incredible places usually only seem in pictures don’t just disappear. They remain and exist through every second that you exist. I believe this is what drives my sense of adventure. Every time I find myself sitting on the couch with nothing to do, I remember that incredible places exist outside of the bubble of our society, and I immediately jump up off the couch and think just how to get there.
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