But like my unread writings, these trips are my children: I love them unconditionally, because even though I didn’t meet the expectations I set upon a map, I lived those experiences and their consequences. That is, the pains, the disappointments, the decisions to I made based on bad logistics are no other’s but mine. I thrive on my personal failures in the outdoors. They are wholly unique to me and when I look back at my photos of these trips, all of me rushes back. My acts and my memories are finally my own.

However, it would be nice to succeed sometimes!