Where is the place that makes you feel most alive?
For me, it’s outside. Anywhere will do.
The feeling swells when I’m scrambling up an exposed ridgeline or smearing my feet up an insecure slab, but I also feel it right now. On a humid porch in Ohio, sitting next to a pond full of fat goldfish and feeders crammed with yellow finches beneath the greenest tree cover.
Last night, I went poking around the pond in search of furry friends–and found a family of skunks ambling through the woods. I felt alive then too, but in more of a “uh oh, retreat fast so you don’t get skunked” kind of way.
Photo: @brodyleven, near the summit of the Pfeifferhorn last week before we traded Utah's altitude for Ohio's humidity.