




October 19, 2021
3 min read
Come
And talk of all the things we did today
Here
And laugh about our funny little ways
While we have a few minutes to breathe
Then I know that it's time you must leave.
But, darling, be home soon
I couldn't bear to wait an extra minute if you dawdled
My darling, be home soon
It's not just these few hours, but I've been waiting since I toddled
For the great relief of having you to talk to.
- “Darlin Be Home Soon” - The Lovin Spoonful
I often consider my life to have begun at 22 years of age.
And I still tell my friends that I didn't gain self awareness until 25.
In those very dangerous years between birth (22) and consciousness (25+), I remember telling my father that although I hadn’t *yet* figured out the precise purpose of life, I was going to operate under the presumption that maximum experience (both in variation and in volume) was my main function.
And so I went about living with consumption as my creed.
Unique superlatives passed by undigested, like so many highway miles.
And I soon became unfilled.
And tired.
And then I went on a trip with a person who would change my life.
Sarah and I both worked for Overland Summers, an outward-bound type of guiding service that catered to upper-middle class families that were willing to pay a premium for trip leaders with Ivy League degrees.
That summer Sarah asked me what I thought, what I wanted, who I was, and who I wished to become.
Try as I might, I couldn’t escape her.
She could run farther than me.
And she could carry more on her back.
She climbed higher and with more boldness than I had ever encountered.
Work bound me to her with a loyalty that only the purest and strongest ethos on employment can instill in a young man.
And so, I was forced to share my experience with her, thus far, as it were.
And in the process, I finally found the experience I was seeking.
As we worked side by side each day, no amount of fatigue could deter my excitement for our daily “debriefs” - the hour before we each went to bed, when we would recount the day's tribulations and absurdities.
No exhausting summit or exotic backcountry dish outweighed the conversation that followed… And so I was reborn yet again, only two years into my life, anticipating every new adventure as much for the debrief, as I did for the view.
She taught me how to fall in love with friendship. The beauty of knowing someone and being known by a community.
Now, six years later, I still move through life according to the blueprint that Sarah gave me.
Madison Rose Ostergren is my teammate.
She’s also my adventure partner.
Above all else, she’s my friend.
Although, it’s likely that such titles are irrelevant...
All I know is that I don't like to be too far from her, because the distance increases the time between an experience that I have and the moment I get to tell her about it.
But that goes for all my friends really.
I love to pack them in around me as we navigate our wild lives, each day containing less certainty than the next.
We pass the time together with daydreams and adventure.
We swim in alpine lakes and host elaborate roller discos.
We neglect our maps and “pioneer” the rivers of the west.
We invent games and throw rocks in ponds.
We write haikus on birthdays and attempt absurd endurance challenges.
(You want to go for an 80-mile rollerblade with us?)
When our dishwasher broke, it was all hands on deck.
Now we dance when we scrub, because it’s been three years since the dishwasher worked.
With the support of my friends, I’ve stood on higher peaks than I ever did alone.
The success of one is the success of all.
When Mads, Stephen, and I learned we were being sent to Iceland to test gear for Helly Hansen, our friends cooked us a “travel-safe” dinner.
Now, I look around the room the night before we embark to the land of fire and ice…
Our friends are all sharing a meal, kneeling around the living room coffee table, because we lack a proper dinner table.
“Go far” and “good luck” they say.
“Can’t wait to tell you all about it” I say.
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