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Where I left off, my crew is at the Jungle Environment Survival Training camp near Subic Bay, Philippines being shown some jungle-ninja skills by one of the best around. That night, we eagerly make plans to meet in the foggy morning light to make the trek into camp a cool one. We gather at the front gate of the JEST compound and begin shifting gear around, tightening boots, and making wagers on the first deadly creature encounter…
Continue reading So, you want to be John Rambo? Part II
I know that our bodies were made to thrive only in pure air, and the scenes in which pure air is found.
-John Muir
We’ve been working on lots of awesome projects lately, and have neglected the TO blog. Check back soon for some fresh press!
Cheers!
-thriveoutdoors
On the small island of Okinawa, Japan there is an active community of climbers consisting of US service members and local Japanese nationals. A favorite climb/boulder hangout is Gushichan beach on the South end of the island. Not only is this beach home to hundreds of potential bouldering problems and even a few sport routes, it is one of many significant WWII historical sites on the island. This beach is subject to busloads of tourists, typhoons, and multiple ocean currents. Inevitably, it ends up trashed. Continue reading Gushi Beach Cleanup and Boulder Bash!
For a Wyoming boy like me, Southeast Asia was about as far from home as I could get. Before my trip I had only flown once and my traveling experience was confined to the Western United States and short stints in Mexico and Canada. I had not had a job in two years due to pharmacy school, but I had saved money from my school money for an emergency. I instead purchased a ticket to Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. Jon, Alex, and I had never been there and just learned some phrases before we left. None of us would know anyone for thousands of miles. All we had were our backpacks and each other. None of us knew what the next 9 weeks would have in store for us…
Recently, I entered some of the photos I took over the past year in the 5th Annual Tsunami Scuba Underwater Photo Contest. The other contestants at the awards banquet were stoked on my rendition of a box jellyfish, and it was voted People’s Choice! I have to say I walked out with the best prize in the house. An overnight stay at the YYY Club Ie Resort including dinner and breakfast, and a guided dive excursion for two! Yes please. Big thanks to Ryan Stahl and everyone at Tsunami Scuba for putting on the shindig.
So here it is. The prize photo (It’s the portrait-oriented jellyfish pic). Along with a few of my other favorites from the last few months. Cheers. -THRIVE
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“What the hell was that noise?” -the foggy thought my brain conjures up after being jarred awake inside a cramped net hammock suspended 30” above the jungle floor. It’s not the screeching, hacking, screaming sounds emitted by myriad birds high in the canopy that worries me, nor is it the incessant hum from the cloud of malaria vectors bouncing off the netting, inches from my skin. The sound that wakes me so abruptly is the soft crunching of jungle duff very near my humble shelter site. Horrific images of man-eating jungle cats stalk through my psyche. I am forced to recall a lesson learned earlier in the day: Everything in the jungle is trying to kill you… Luckily, my imagination is much more active than the jungle cat on this night. I am relieved as one of my comrades mumbles something through my bug net as he stumbles back from nature’s call. Needless to say, my first night in the jungle is not a restful one. Continue reading So, You Want to be John Rambo? Part I
If you spend much time on a beach, you are bound to come across some pretty interesting junk. The most random things will wash up, especially after a large storm. You can’t help but wonder, “What is this thing’s deal?” Certainly every piece has is own epic tale to tell.
There are a select few. You know who you are. The core that never has to “catch up” not matter how long it has been since they were in the same hemisphere. Small talk is shelved. True progress is achieved. It’s not that we don’t care what the others have been doing. It’s that we seem to be more interested in what we are doing.Such was the case recently as Lady Luck dropped Chuck Wagon and I on the same geo-coords for one hot minute in Wyoming. Grandiose plans of a multi-day adventure in the Wind River Range dwindled to a single morning hike by the time everything shook out. Still, even the simplest idea can surprise you in the end. Continue reading The core: They never miss a beat…
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