Hello, kiddos. Can you believe it’s been 3.5 weeks since I last wrote something?! I can. I did the math yesterday, and I was only in Colorado for 9 days from July 8th to September 6th. Needless to say, I’ve been a little short on things to write about. Kind of. I have had things to write about, but while traveling for work, motivation to write isn’t that great either.
So what have I been up to then, eh?
When I left at the beginning of July, I headed to Orlando, FL for 4.5 weeks for my engineering job. They are minus on mountains and cool weather. I can’t say my time there was enjoyable, at all, and nearly died in a fiery, head-on collision because FL drivers are the WORST.
The one good thing that came from my trip was that I got to climb with Justin Fricke and go out for some beers one of the nights. We may, or may not, have participated in hip-hop yoga. Or, #Broga as I like to call it.
Home Sweet Home
During my 9 days back, I managed to take a trip to the Western Slope of Colorado to buy Palisade Peaches, drink a lot of wine, eat the best pulled pork I’ve ever had in my life, and buy a van. And then I was gone. Again.
PDX with the Best
I took a 5-day vacation during the I am #OmniTen film premiere to explore Portland, OR (the OR is important; you’ll see later). I had never been to the west coast (in the U.S.) and the rest of the Jordan OmniTen crew was there. OF COURSE I’m going to make a trip out of it!
After the film premiere on Wednesday, Daniel organized an unorganized hike with a bunch of disorderly people. We sloshed through ankle deep mud for about 6’ish miles and never once saw the ocean. There were, however, no shortage of Lord of the Rings quotes and references.
He made up for it by taking us to a local food joint for oyster shots, beers, and some amazing views.
The next day, we checked out Mt. Hood. We didn’t get rad with it or anything, but it was fun taking the rental car on some less than spectacular dirt roads. Actually, for dirt roads, they were spectacular compared to Colorado standards. Anyways, that mountain is big. Like, really big. Not so big compared to the plethora of 14’ers in Colorado, but BIG in the sense that it’s the only mountain around it, and when you go from 1,000’ to 12,000’, that’s pretty spectacular.
After that, I finally got to drive down a portion of the Pacific Coast Highway and headed to Eugene. I decided to catch a rogue wave and ruin my DSLR. Stoked on that one.
We got back to Portland on Sunday, had brunch with the remaining OmniTen, Daniel, Tori, and Pedro, and flew back to Colorado. We landed around 9:30 pm and then…
Portland to Portland
… I was up at 5:30 Monday morning to catch my flight to Portland, Maine for another work trip.
Just as Portland, OR was my first trip to the west coast, my trip to Portland, ME was my first trip to the east coast.
My coworker picked me up from the airport, and we promptly made our way to the Old Port neighborhood for fresh lobster and beers before heading to the job site in the White Mountains of North Conway, New Hampshire.
While traveling for work, I usually only get one day per week off. Luckily, through the power of Grayskull, Rob and Jillian only live 2 hours away. They brought their ravishingly good looking husky, Yuri, up for a hike, and we chased a waterfall. They then gave me diabetes by going to Zeb’s Candy Shop.
The following weekend was Labor Day weekend so I actually got two days off. Hooray.
The Goofs from NH were seemingly confused and invited me to stay with them at their house. I dropped my coworker off at the airport, got drunk off one beer (I’m not sure how that happened), bought $55 worth of fresh seafood, and drove the two hours down to see them (after sobering up, of course).
As soon as I got there, I lost my virginity at Red Arrow Diner in Manchester. Then we went out for drinks and people watching. The next day we went out on their boat and found the best lobster roll of the trip at a little beach side food shack. I also had the fried oysters. I do not recommend. We met up with some of their friends at an island that were more than willing to feed me pineapple infused vodka and the vodka infused pineapple chunks.
The following day was the day I could finally say that I climbed something on the east coast. We went to Pawtuckaway State Park and climbed precisely one pitch. It was hot, humid, and moist so the climbing wasn’t great. But the company was.
After I left them, I made my way back to Portland to pick up my coworker. I stopped in Portsmouth for the biggest and bestest plate of mussels I’ve ever had and made the mistake of getting the fried shrimps. They were not worth the calories or the monies. 45 minutes later, I was in Cape Elizabeth eating a crab roll as the Atlantic waves were crashing into the shore.
Home Again Home Again
And then I was all like, “work, work, work. Boom. Done. Home to Colorado.”
I’ve been home for 4 days now, and there’s still no shortage of things to do that keeps my anxiety levels above average.
My garden is still outta control so I made some refrigerator pickles.
My van has a pretty huge transmission leak, 3 engine codes, and another smaller leak coming out of something else. Really excited to start working on it and documenting that (hopefully tonight).
Annnnnnd I still have office work and freelance projects going on. Not to mention another surprise, soon’ish.
It’s one thing to write a post as soon as you get back from a life-changing, completely eye opening vacation/experience/location/all above, it’s another to write a ‘review’ 4 months later.
When I got back from my trip to the Kingdom of Jordan with Columbia Sportswear, I could not put into words the things I saw, felt, experienced, and lived. I failed to do, what I claim to do best. But can you blame me?
It was more than anything I could have imagined. Outside of Mexican resort towns, I had never left the U.S. Including Mexico, I had never left North America. I grew up, went to college, and live in areas that are predominantly white. As such, the religion is mostly Christianity as well. Despite those things, I still consider myself a fairly cultured individual and keep up on world affairs. However, reading BBC or Al Jazeera from my couch, living near the cultural hub of Minneapolis, MN for 6 years, still did not prepare me for a first hand experience.
I was so blown away by the generosity and joy the people of Jordan display every day that I wrote a post while we were still on the trip:
On top of all the new personal experiences, there’s also the ever-present height of anticipation. When you try stuff with Columbia Sportswear, you have no idea of what comes next. I’m paraphrasing a little bit, but this is how we were told to prepare for the entire trip:
Here’s some gear and clothing; pack it in this duffle; bring this bag; here’s your plane tickets; show up to the airport on time. See you in Jordan.
It didn’t get much better once we arrived. We had no idea what was going on from day to day until dinner the previous day or breakfast the day of. And then it was basically, “we may or may not be getting wet. You may or may not want board shorts. You may or may not want your PowerDrains.” Or, “Today might be dry. You should consider the regular shoes.”
Can you imagine? All the anticipation, all the treasures Jordan has to offer, and all you can do is sit and wonder? We were never disappointed when we’d arrive at a destination. Every single day was one jaw dropping experience after another.
And I think this is why keeping everything a secret is so important and so awesome. It prevents you from looking past one day’s experience and onto the next. It forces you to live in the moment and take everything in. Because you have no idea what comes next, there’s no need to occupy your mind with anything else.
Admittedly (and very obviously if you read my site), I’m not a huge fan of hiking. I mean, I’ll do it, especially when we’re hiking through The Lost City of Petra, one of the Wonders of the World, with 11 of my best friends in the world, but it’s still not something I’d be like, “hey, let’s go to Jordan so we can go hiking!” If I knew we were going to the Red Sea the day after hiking in Petra, I can guarantee I’d be thinking about the sea instead of enjoying my time learning about the ancient history of Petra.
Without knowing that, without knowing anything, you truly get to live the moment.
Our Jordanian Guide: Mohammad
It’s one thing to get on a tour bus and listen to someone that has done the same tours over and over and over again to a bunch of senior citizens going to the local casino, it’s another to have someone that appears rejuvenated every single day he comes to work. There was never a time I didn’t see a smile on this guy’s face. If there wasn’t a smile, it’s probably because he was building up to the punchline of a joke.
There was no history question he couldn’t answer, and there was never anything we couldn’t do (inside the laws, of course). If there was something we wanted, chances were good, Mohammad could make it happen.
One of my favorite memories of the trip, and possibly the best day of the trip (possibly) was the last full one. Justin and I were giving interviews and the rest of the group went swimming up a slot canyon. We had to stay back so Mohammad took the two of us and Jeff (a badass slow-mo cameraman) up to the waterfall himself. I can’t remember the last time I saw 3 grown adults acting liking such children. We were jumping, splashing, swimming, smiling, and laughing for the entire trip up the canyon. It was a bittersweet end to the entire trip. Without him, who knows if it would have turned out the same.
I know you’ve heard me talk about this before, after I got back from Park City for the original Season 4 #OmniTen trip, and those feelings only strengthened. I absolutely loved getting to know better the nine other people with me.
When we were in Park City, it was a zoo. There were 30-something of us running around, partying, and acting like morons. It was really hard to spend quality time with people to get to know them. I was there a couple of days earlier with my Season 4 posse so I did know Seth, Beth, and Andrew already when we got to the airport in Chicago. Heather and I live close to each other and have hung out on other Colorado trips so this gave me the opportunity to bond with Jon, Casey, Erika, Caleb, and Justin.
Of course, I not only extend this designation to all #OmniTen, but also to all of the Columbia people that made this happen like Mark, Daniel, Scott, and the rest of their teams that we haven’t met.
And there’s new people too! The film crew that followed us around tirelessly easily put in double or triple the miles and double or triple the hours. These guys weren’t just faceless film crew, walking around like android props, but actual, real people with stories of their own. I know, right?! It was a blast hanging out and getting to know all of them.
Four Months Later…
If you remember, I started this post talking about not being able to aptly describe the experience as soon as I got back. And here’s why I think a ‘review’ 4 months later might have even more value than the knee-jerk reaction:
After the initial exuberance wears off, after you forget the tiny little details, after you forget about the exact daily itinerary, what’s left?
What’s left is what truly stuck with you. What’s left is the important stuff. What’s left are the things that you’re going to tell people for the rest of your life.
Here’s what’s left for me:
Everything I mentioned above: the Jordanian people, our guide, the #OmniFamily, our film crew.
I remember seeing the sun rise over Amman.
I remember seeing Israel, Egypt, Saudi Arabia and Jordan from a single point in the Red Sea.
I remember walking into the most breathtaking and picturesque hotel I’ve ever seen or been in, and it was 100% off the grid. Feynan Ecolodge:
I remember floating in the Dead Sea.
I remember spectacular slot canyons and more nature than I had ever expected.
I remember giant burial tombs for kings and MASSIVE stone architecture in Petra.
I remember camels.
This trip will forever hold a place in my heart. Right before we left, I put up a Facebook status: “I may never return from this.” And I don’t think I have. Since we’ve gotten back, I’ve focused my time around freelancing. I’ve focused my money around #VanLife. I’ve took control of my life, and it’s time to start living it to the fullest. This trip provided the insight and motivation to make these things happen. I was right. There is no coming back.
Thank you, Columbia Sportswear, and thank you, everyone in the Kingdom of Jordan.
I feel bad that I haven’t written more about my trip to Jordan quite yet. I’ve continued to post pictures of our journey on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter to keep the stoke for this amazing country high. It’s just, spring time in Colorado is magical. It’s not too hot; it’s not too cold; and there aren’t any bugs. We have unicorns prancing from rainbow to rainbow, and pleasant little mountain nymphs playing their flutes.
Kidding. I’m just going through my annual re-fall in love with climbing thing where that’s all I think about every waking moment. And if I’m not thinking about it, I’m actually doing it. Also, camping. Mostly camping and climbing together all of the times.
Anyways, I was going through my Jordan pictures again (because that’s what I do nearly every other day it seems), and I saw the ones from visiting Wadi Rum. If you have no other reason to visit Jordan than Wadi Rum, you’re not doing it wrong. I could spend weeks just in this area alone. It was like nothing I’ve ever seen before, with it’s seemingly flat, powdery sand and MASSIVE sandstone features appearing out of nowhere, for no reason. It was Mars on Earth. And quite possibly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
The sandstone was endless. You could spend a hundred lifetimes climbing here. And never make a dent. You could get lost ducking in and out of the various canyons of this 280 sq. mile reserve without a guide very easily. Though, that might be your intent. And I wouldn’t blame you.
There’s something freeing here. I can’t quite describe it. Maybe because this land was settled 10,000 years ago. And I can imagine probably looks the same.
The local Bedouin guides and hosts were some of the friendliest people we met the entire time in Jordan. They started playing pranks and jokes nearly as soon as we showed up. After they served the bottomless glass of tea, that is. We weren’t exactly roughing it, despite being in the middle of nowhere.
After tea time, I made friends and decided to partake in some traditional hookah.
By this time, everyone was exploring. There were so many wonderful things to see. But while I enjoyed a comfort of the tea and the relaxation of the hookah, I was enamored by the sounds.
That soon wore off, and it was time for my own exploring. It didn’t take long to find everyone playing on the rocks above our camp site for the night. It wasn’t hard to understand why. I witnessed the most awe-inspiring sunset I have ever seen.
After that magical scene, it was finally time for a traditional Bedouin dinner. Our lamb and chicken were buried in the sand with hot coals and left to roast for hours while we were out playing in the desert all day. When it was time to eat, the meat was succulent, tender, and moist. Afterwards, our hosts started playing and singing more music. It wasn’t long until they were dancing. And then we were dancing. Not as Americans, but as the Bedouins.
As the evening dwindled away, we watched Shaboola roast, grind, and brew fresh Arabic coffee with cardamom. And of course, more tea and hookah around the fire. The night ended perfectly with several of us deciding to sleep under the stars instead of in the tent. We stayed up just a bit later with our hosts and had a memorable time with more jokes and laughter that went on into the night.
The next morning was undeniably bittersweet. We weren’t ready to leave yet. But with Columbia running the show, you know it’s only going to get better.
We didn’t have breakfast at the camp, but yes, we did have more tea before we set off on our camel ride back to the bus.
I don’t know if my camel was a male or female, but I like to think it was a female. She was very loving and willing to get to know me, which is more than I can say for my real dating life.
And that’s Wadi Rum as best as I can put it. The whole Jordan experience is too surreal for words, much less the best part of it. I purposely wanted to say as little as possible and let the pictures and sounds do the talking for me. This is one place I will never forget and will absolutely be coming back. The climbing community is growing here rapidly with many developed routes and areas already, and as I said earlier, there is no lack of new exploration to be had. I highly suggest you do.
I know, I know, you’re probably alllll waiting with abated breath to read about my experiences in Jordan, but my laptop has died and I can’t bring myself to post about the trip without my pictures to help tell the story. So for now, I’m going to steal from the other #OmniTen on this less than emotional topic.
Putting it to the Test
Over the course of the 11 days we were visiting the Kingdom of Jordan, we thoroughly used and abused our Columbia gear. We hiked and swam through miles of slot canyons. We toured the Lost City of Petra, one of the Seven Wonders of the World, and ancient Roman, Greek, and Aramaic ruins. We rode camels. We scrambled up rocks. We spent time in two major seas of the world. And we dressed up nicely for Five-star restaurants. (Have I mentioned how diverse Jordan is?)
We floated. We walked. We ran. We climbed. We slid. We swam. It was cold. It was hot. It was wet. It was sunny. It was cloudy.
And everything mostly held up well. (That will be separate post.) I was really impressed by all of the gear, but a few things stood out more than others. Sometimes for fashion, sometimes for function, sometimes for both.
These have become my go-to shoes for daily life. They’re vented incredibly well and help prevent sweaty feet. They’re loafers so they just slip on and off but still manage to stay on your feet while walking. This is important in your day to day travels so you don’t step on broken glass, rusty nails, and dog poop with your bare feet. That’s a free pro-tip.
The one downside is that if you wear them without socks, in a boating or other shorts-wearing activity, they do hold onto the stank a little more than I’d like. Nevertheless, that fact isn’t stopping me from listing them as part of my favorites.
Here is one of Seth’s photos of Caleb rocking the Bahama PFGs while mingling with the local children. They were pretty fascinated by the drone, but lesbi-honest, so were we all. The entire trip.
I tried these out a couple weeks before going to Jordan while mountain biking in Moab and Fruita. They worked great then, and they worked great hiking in slot canyons and Petra too.
It takes a decent amount of glisten (sweat) to activate the Omni-Freeze, but once it is, you can really feel it working. I think the Omni-Freeze probably works here better than anywhere else on your body because of how tight it fits against your skin. This makes having big gunz even more important. Or I guess you could just buy the size according to your arms. Either way.
The other main reason I love the arm sleeves is that I don’t have to cake on the sunscreen. They have UPF 50 protection so you can put them on before or after you’ve gotten your daily allotment of mocha skin inducing UV rays. They even look way cool like an NBA player, with or without a shirt.
I was like, this Cathedral thing in Petra is pretty cool. Let me do a handstand real quick. (You can also see them in my Saying ‘NO’ to TryingStuff post.)
These pants are pretty amazing. Mostly, a lot amazing. They fall into the same category as the Bahama Vent shoes: perfectly functional for outdoors, look great for urban wear.
I mostly used them for the latter on this trip whenever we’d go out to a fancy restaurant. Because we had absolutely no idea what we’d be doing every day, I never wanted to risk getting stuck in pants if we were going to be active in the desert. However, before I left for Jordan, I wore them hiking in Rocky Mountain National Park and when I climbed the First Flatiron in Boulder.
Not only do they fit better than any designer jean I’ve ever worn, but they are incredibly functional for outdoor use. I’ma buy at least one more pair.
Casey grabbed this one of Justin wearing his Royce Pants atop his noble steed. I’m pretty sure camels are considered steeds.
I saved the best for last. When I got these in my box of goodies, I was a little leery but equally excited. They have a built-in [Omni-Freeze] liner so I assumed these were swimming trunks. Most shorts I wear come down to mid-knee or possibly below, but these fit well above there. I was like, “sweet! Short-shorts!!” But I also knew that might make me a little uncomfortable in the fashion department. They also have the weight of the super awkward, really short, I-can’t-believe-people-actually-wear-them running shorts most often seen on middle-aged men that think they’re still going to win the Boston Marathon.
Turns out, I kinda like ’em that short. At least for hiking and swimming. The liner makes sure everything stays where it’s supposed to, and since it’s made from Omni-Freeze fabric, we came up with a lot of really great slogans. Think: cold sensations and the family jewels. I’m sure you can come up with something.
The best part about these is that they really increase your tan above an oft neglected area these days above your knee. I’m fairly certain that’s the first thing people notice in the summer. AmIright?
They give Seth the power to backflips into the Red Sea. Otherwise I’m sure that wouldn’t be possible. (Also, don’t be afraid to follow me on Instagram. I swear I post cool stuff there too.)
Now, go #BuyStuff. In the meantime, I’m staving of jet lag.
As I sit here and wait for my day to start in 30 min. to go hike in the lost city of Petra, I thought I'd try preface my trip to Jordan with Columbia Sportswear. I don't know how many posts I'll end up writing about Jordan, but this topic needs to be mentioned exclusively from everything else we've done, or will do. To me, I think this may be one of the HUGEST misconceptions about Jordan, and I want to do my part to set the record straight.
“The Middle East (Near East) is not one big country.”
Westerners, myself included, tend to lump all countries in the Near/Middle East together as if they were one big dysfunctional family. This is exactly what I thought.
“What's the difference between Syria, Iran, Iraq, Saudi Arabia, Jordan, or Israel?”
Sure, different countries, different rulers, different religions, but in the end, “it's all same but different.”
After having been in Jordan for just 6 days, the people of Jordan have completely blown me away and made me realize this region truly is individualistic.
In Amman, I felt completely safe walking down the street at night. In Jerash, we were constantly bombarded by Jordanian children eager to get their pictures taken. In the downtown market, I got countless smiles and thumbs-ups for wearing the Jordanian scarf. The people have been nothing but amazing. Always smiling. Always willing to try speak in English. Always ready to accommodate as best as they can.
I was also not sure what to expect in terms of the presence of religion in the day-to-day interactions with the Jordanians. This has less to do with Jordanians, and more to do with me never experiencing an Islamic culture. I'm quite aware of the stereotypes people of the U.S. hold of Muslims, and I absolutely did not bring any of those biases with me. And yet, I am elated those stereotypes are all completely based of a few terrible examples.
The people here are simply just people. People that love their country. People trying to make a living. Happy. And incredibly welcoming.
The biggest and most pleasant surprise has been the smiling faces and nonstop humor. Our tour guide, all of our hosts, vendors, and even random people we talk to in the market all try to make us laugh. They all have stories (including running around naked if you encounter a hyena). They all have experiences. They all want to share them with you. And in the end, it doesn't matter what language you speak or what God you believe in. The people of Jordan, are truly amazing.
The title is accurate, but it’s only half finished. Let me go ahead and complete that for you so you can stop guessing.
Saying ‘No’ to #TryingStuff is the absolute best way to ensure a boring life.
Over the past four weeks, I’ve noticed my ability to say no to new experiences have been setting records for all-time lows. I didn’t always finish what I started, but turn down new experiences? Nay. Never. Nuh-uh.
Attempt first trad lead in Indian Creek? Check.
Climb the First Flatiron? Yup
Mountain bike some classic lines in Moab and Fruita? MmmmHhhmmmm
Being told to pencil in a heli-skiing trip in Alaska next year? Done.
Go to a hockey game? Tell me why I wouldn’t.
In just five days (5!!), I will be heading to the Kingdom of Jordan with Columbia Sportswear and nine other fantastic humans from the #OmniTen crew (as well as a film crew and people from the Jordanian Tourism Board). I will be exposed to so many new experiences, I can’t imagine turning down a single one: new culture, new people, new landscape, new food, so much new food, new animals, and new food. I’m holding my breath for toasted scorpions even though I have no idea if they’re available. I just want to try them, and we’re short on fresh scorpions in Boulder.
Saying no to trying stuff is unfathomable to me. If you have the means, the ability, the support, the equipment, the finances, the whatever you need in order to perform whatever that stuff happens to be, but don’t, we are on completely different wavelengths. When I was told I was nominated as an alternate because Patrick had conflicting plans, I was asked if I could get the time off of work. I am so averse to saying no to new experiences that it didn’t matter if I couldn’t get the time off. Because I was going to take it regardless of the consequences. I can work in a cubicle for the rest of my life. A trip to Jordan may be a once in a lifetime opportunity.
During an interview for the documentary, Pedro, the director (or at least I think that’s his title, aside from pretty rad guy) asked if I was nervous about anything, or if there was anything I wasn’t looking forward to. I just said, “no.” And then there was awkward silence. I’m really good at awkward.
Whatever they plan to throw at us in Jordan, I’m ready. Whether it’s snorkeling, scuba diving, riding camels, rappelling into slot canyons, eating food we’re not used to…I don’t care what it is. I want it all.
I want to experience life, and saying no to trying stuff does not accomplish that goal.
Jordan is a pretty monumental event in my life; it’s the first time I’m leaving North America, but I hold everyday events in the same regard. See above about a hockey game. I DON’T EVEN WATCH HOCKEY! Sure, that’s not worth losing my job, but it was on a Saturday afternoon. Why would you ever turn something like that down?? Do people do that?!?!
As I pondered how I wanted to close out this series of the Dickens Challenge (the final event that will help determine who wins the trip to Jordan), I couldn’t help but think of all the possible directions this post could take. At first I wanted to make a giant video montage of everything else I haven’t yet shown. Then I considered doing multiple posts per day on singular facets of everything we experienced.
But neither of those things are really how I operate. Yes, I’ve put together a video or two for climbing, and sure, there have been occasions when I post multiple times per week. But by and large, I tend to do longer, written streams of consciousness and more spread out. I don’t write outlines and plan posts. I don’t take multiple days to think them over. I wait for inspiration, lay my fingers on my keyboard, and let the words pour over my screen. I feel like if I were to pump out too much content, forcefully, all real meaning and emotion would get lost in the chaos and lack of inspiration. I didn’t want that. I wanted to be genuine, to bring you all with me, to feel the experience as I felt it. And I can only do that if I stay true to my “craft”.
And yet, I was still somewhat stressing out over how to wrap this all up. It wasn’t until Daniel innocently tweeted the following for it to really hit me:
And I coupled it with what he also said in an email:
Though, these stories you’re sharing aren’t just for us. They’re for your family, friends, fans, and future. Because when we all look back on this past week, we’ll have an amazing collection of stories from so many diverse perspectives, it’s like writing history from the present.
He was right. Yes, Columbia is judging us all on our storytelling abilities, but it’s not for them. Call me narcissistic if you want (I’ve been called much worse), but I enjoy reading my own writing, especially if it’s written while inspired. If I never get asked to join Columbia on another epic adventure such as this one, this post is for me. To relive the memories. To think of all the people, from different corners of North America, with exceptionally different backgrounds, that I bonded with solely through our love of the outdoors and desire to push ourselves to try things we’ve not done before.
I can think of no better way of sharing and concluding my adventure with Columbia and the #OmniTen families than through my keyboard and into your hearts and emotions. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I know I will enjoy writing it…
Assumptions, Inaccuracies, and Envy
I have been following #OmniTen since members of the first season stepped foot onto Arizona’s dry, arid, desert land. At that point, I was just re-starting my outdoor life after a very long hiatus to focus on college, playing football, powerlifting, becoming a strength specialist, and attempting to start my own business. I didn’t really know who these people were, on social media or otherwise, so I didn’t really care about “them”. I was simply envious of the trip and envious of the gear.
I knew they were just a collection of individuals that [mostly] had never met in real life before. They went on a trip, and in only 3 or 4 days, they were already claiming to be family. I didn’t tell anyone, but that made me snidely chuckle inside. I have been on many teams in my life of athletics that spent years and years together, going through much more difficult times, and sharing vastly more, diverse ranges of emotions than these 10 people had in those four days, and still had not considered some of my teammates to be family. But these ten people claimed they were? It sounded like feel-good marketing to me, but I let them go with it. It wasn’t hurting me or anyone else, so who cares? Besides, I was still only envious of the gear.
Then something happened – I continued to follow these people and interact with them and started to learn more about them. They were still only profile pictures and text on a screen, but they became humans. Season after season, Columbia continued to pick genuine people to represent their brand and inspire others along the way. After each and every seasonal trip, the cohort claimed to be family. Was it more than kitschy shtick? Was there something going on that made these people feel this way? As an outsider, I had no idea. I was incredibly intrigued but still apprehensive to actually believe them.
All the while, I continued following everyone. Interacting with all of them. Telling them secrets and inner fears that I rarely tell “real life” friends and acquaintances. I was definitely not part of their family, but these people were already becoming very close to me. I could not wait for the day to finally meet them, even if I never had become #OmniTen. I still would have bonded with them but not like after this trip. I watched them interact with each other, perpetuate inside jokes. make fun of each other like only families can, and it finally became apparent….these people were family. I now cared less about the gear and more about being able to join their family.
An Outsider’s Observations
In Season 1, there were people that lived in cars, climbers, peak-baggers, backcountry skiers and snowboarders, ultra-runners, and big-time social media influencers. This was the inception of #OmniTen and Columbia’s first attempt at trying something new. Since it was new, they had no idea if this was a one-time thing or if it would continue into the future. They picked the best they could to represent their brand at the time, regardless of background. A very good strategy for not having a crystal ball.
After the success of Season 1, it seems like they knew they were onto something good. In Season 2 (fall/winter), they picked mostly big time, hot shot skiers and snowboarders. People that could rip the slopes and shred the gnar. Several of these people lived in the same city or had already met due to their shared passion of skiing. Just the antics they portrayed on social media was enough to convince me the people of Season 2 were my people: goofy, dedicated, hilarious, driven, and passionate.
Season 3 once again saw people more apt to summer activities. There were a lot of hikers, trail runners, photographers (not that that’s specific to summer), and people that enjoyed warmer weather in general. By this time, I “knew” all of them. We had been socializing for years. And they had also been following the Omni-Adventures the entire time. I was very happy for all of them that they were chosen.
View from the Inside
And then came Season 4. “My” season.
Seth, Andy, and Wendy seemingly devote the vast majority of their time to skiing. Or at least if they could control the seasons of the year, they’d always choose “ski season”. Seth and Wendy alpine ski while Cobra Commander (Andy) teli’s like a boss.
Heidi is primarily a trail runner and inexplicably getting into ultras. She continues training throughout the winter, but always finds time for riding. She even bought a split board this season so is obviously a more than capable boarder. When her cats allow.
Derek has a love of wine and hiking and has been skiing (ice) for years. He’s hiked countless, countless miles and peaks. More than I could ever imagine hitting in my lifetime. When I see pictures, or read stories, about him sharing those experiences with his daughter, I somewhat question the direction of my life.
What can I say about Beth? She lives her life on the road with her husband, “F”, and dog, Sprocket. They both have a love of off-roading, hiking, and anything else they can get their hands on. Thankfully for her, she grew up skiing on the lovely slopes of Washington’s White Pass, Crystal Mountain, and somewhat less lovely Snoqualmie Pass. Then she went to college out east and maybe gave their notorious ice slopes a try or two.
Then there’s Patrick, Josh, and I. We’re climbers primarily that just so happen to all snowboard too. Patrick and I love long, “easy” summer alpine climbing. We can climb 10’s and 11’s at the crag, but if we had a choice, we’d love to find an amazing 14-pitch, 5.6 alpine route. Josh, on the other hand, crushes boulders. He sport climbs too, but he professed his affinity for bouldering a lot more. Bouldering is my least favorite type of climbing, but I can appreciate anyone that does it with passion. I’ll run out some 5.9 trad and risk blowing a piece, but if you put me on a V0 boulder 10 feet off the ground I freak the f*ck out.
Lastly, there’s Michelle, our one and only full-time Canadian member of the entire #OmniTen group. I honestly don’t know what she doesn’tdo. This summer she plans to climb across the U.S. with her soon-to-be-husband for their honeymoon. She shoots archery, she ice climbs, she skis AND snowboards, she mountain bikes, she hikes, she backpacks, she does it all. And she does it all fearlessly. I think all of us dabble in all of these activities, but it seems like Michelle and Mike are constantly on the go, constantly doing something different, and not really favoring one activity or another. I want to be like her when I grow up.
Because this was “our season”, Columbia allowed us to show up two-and-a-half days before the other seasons. This allowed us to learn about each other and bond together like the previous groups before they showed up for the #OmniGames. We spent our days running laps on groomers, taking turns spraying each other with snow as we waited for our turn to be interviewed, and generally having an amazing time. There was never any downtime or awkward silences. The only time things got awkward was when Twister was taken out of the box. There were moments of uneasiness and “HEY, WATCH IT!!”, but to me, that was the moment we became family.
Over the next day, the others started showing up, but no matter how many splinter groups were formed, or how many people passed between them, it seemed like Season 4 was always together. Whether it was at 7:30am for breakfast, 9:00am for first chair, out on the mountain, or the nights that turned into mornings, we were together.
It’s now Wednesday evening, and all of the #OmniFamilies are finally meeting for the first time. It was a crazy, bizarre feeling to be meeting people for the very first time, yet also feeling like a family reunion. We all knew each other so well, and there was always something to talk about. I met so many famous people, I could hardly believe I was apart of it. And when I say “famous”, I mean everybody. They were all famous to me because they came before me, and I had been following them for so long.
This was probably my favorite night of the entire trip. There was so much energy. So much stoke. So many stories. New friends. Old friends. Plaid. Lots of plaid. And party. More than a few of us got caught up in the moment, but I doubt there are very many regrets for that. The next morning might have been a little rough, but those were memories that will last a lifetime. Thank goodness there were no lack of pictures; I’m just sad it would be improbable to post all of the pictures that everyone took here.
Pranks, Dancing, and Weird Things (with Beards)
Speaking for myself, I will only be as big of a goofball as the people around me. Until I’m comfortable around them. It seems as though no one else had that issue, or it was just that we all got used to each other so fast that it was completely a non-issue. It started with Brett trying to tackle me in the snow. Little did he know of my cat-like reflexes and extensive Junior High wrestling experience. I ended up with the upperhand, but I felt I needed to repay him. I turned on my GoPro and snuck up behind him, but as soon as we both hit the ground, the camera ended up turning off. I did see some other cameras around though so some documentation of this might surface at some point. Fingers crossed!
Later that night, unfortunately for Brett (again), Wes came up to me and asked, “when Brett’s giving his interview, will you push him over if I get down behind him?” I hesitated for one micro-instant and came back with a resounding, “yes!” We pulled in Gina to capture it for us. She was taking still photos so you can see Wes perfectly, but I’m just a blur that shows up in the middle for one picture as I go running by.
That same night, a spontaneous dance party broke out. Once again, Gina captured the start of it in a gif. Later, it would grow to be huge with the entire crew joining in. Bystanders were incredibly confused.
There was no lack of Shotskis either.
Which perhaps led to the following pictures, the next four taken by the fabulous Anne Carney.
Then I saw Seth do this…
Miley Cyrus was played…
And Beth and I stole Anne’s phone to do a little photoshoot. We tried to upload them to all her social media accounts before she noticed, but we got busted.
As you can see, there were some fairly “intimate” moments captured during this trip. Intimate moments and moments that take so much comfort in trusting and knowing the people around you, that they would not be possible if we really were just a bunch of random individuals without a central core of beliefs that brought us all together. That is a very special thing.
Come as #OmniTen, Leave as #OmniFamily
I feel as though if I were to ever venture into any one of these amazing people’s lives again, I’d have no problems asking for a small patch on their floor to sleep. And I can’t do that to just anyone that I’ve only spent two-and-a-half days with. It takes me a looong time to feel that connection with regular people. But with #OmniTen? That connection is instant. It’s electric. It’s real. I can’t wait for Patrick to tell me he’s coming to Colorado so that he, Justin, and I can go climbing. I can’t wait for any of the rippers from Season 2 or Gina or Steve to tell me to meet them at Berthoud pass to hit some backcountry turns. I can’t wait for Josh to setup a mountain bike ride in Moab and have Beth and F join us. One of these days, Heather and Heidi might convince me to hike a 14’er with them. The next time I’m in Florida for work, I’ll ask Julie if she’s around to hit a workout in the park. I’ve never been to Cali…Cali…Cali, but I’m guessing Derek and Casey wouldn’t have issues showing me around SoCal. And you better believe if I ever make it down to Arizona, I’ll be contacting #OmniTeam9 partner Heidi; the man responsible for making so many of us look good in all our posts, Dave Creech; and “Mr. I Hike Everywhere”, Adam Nutting.
I now understand what everyone from seasons past meant when they said they are now part of a family. It’s an honest statement. There is a gravity of calling someone family, one that I don’t take lightly. Because there is nothing more important to me than family. And I am proud to now be a member of this one.
This family isn’t limited to just #OmniTen. It’s also extended to the leader of this gigantic event, Mr. Daniel Green. I cannot fathom the amount of time, effort, and energy it took to pull this off, regardless of event planning contractors. I know we shared some drinks together on the trip, but my liver is still healthy, and there’s always room for more. Thank you for everything you did and making this run as smoothly as humanly possible.
And there’s Tori. I lump Tori in with #OmniTen because Tori IS#OmniTen. Season 3 to be exact. But she now also works with Daniel at Columbia Corporate on the social media team. She also had a huge part in the success of this event, making sure everyone had what they needed and teaching everyone how to take a proper GoPro selfie. Invaluable information for people like us. Thank you, Tori.
To everyone I didn’t mention, I am truly sorry. You’ve all left a lasting impression on me, and I enjoyed every second I spent with each and every one of you. As I said in the beginning, if I’m never lucky enough to join Columbia and the rest of you on another trip like this again, I will look back at this post and remember all the memories, all the relationships that were built these short days, and the exuberance we all felt being surrounded by such astonishing people from all different walks of life, coming together because of our love of the outdoors.
I’m going to keep this brief because the video pretty much says it all. (And because I’m sitting at work and have a TON of real world career type stuff to do.)
As I mentioned yesterday, Columbia Sportswear brought all four seasons of their #OmniTen groups to Park City to participate in the “#OmniGames”. They did a great job of mostly keeping us in the dark about what the games would entail until the day they started. As we pulled into Garff Ranch, nearly everyone in my shuttle van became as giddy as school children when we saw a plethora of snowmobiles and a gaggle of dogs.
We all gathered in the main meeting area, and fearless leader Daniel explained everything that was about to take place in detail. On the line was another sponsored trip to the country of Jordan. The #OmniGames were ON!
I was instantly excited when I drew Heidi’s name out of the hat. If you follow her blog and/or social media accounts, she’s just as goofy as I am. (I would later learn she might be goofier. Normally I’d up my antics once I saw hers – because I don’t really believe in boundaries, except to match those of the people around me, but since I didn’t have a voice, it kind of held me back. Poop.) She’s a runner and a desert person; I’m a climber/snowboarder and a cold-weather person. I wasn’t sure how well we were going to do in the games, and winning a trip to Jordan would be the 2nd most amazing thing to happen to me (this trip being the 1st), but I really just wanted have fun, get to know Heidi, and let our results speak for themselves.
For full explanation of all the events, check out Heidi’s post, The Art of #TryingStuff, and learn what challenges she faced and how she conquered them along the way.
Lastly, before you can click play, I have to tell you about some of the pictures. If you notice any of the still photos are NOT taken with iPhone or GoPro and look like they’re from a professional, that’s because Season 3 member @DavidECreech (Blog: Wilderness Dave) was unfortunately unable to play in the games. So instead, he took AMAZING photos. If that weren’t enough, he allowed any and all of us to use any and all of his pictures. Thanks, Dave, you’re really f*ckin cool!
I hate the sound of my own voice, especially when it’s hoarse
I’m not very skilled at making videos, but I figured, “eh, what the heck, YOLO.” (That’s already two ‘YOLO’s’ if you’re counting.)
I didn’t think it would be like anything any of the other #OmniTen members would be doing. (Yeah sure, there will be videos, but with a voice-over?! Doubtful….I hope.)
If you remember correctly, I announced back in October that I had been selected to become a member of the afore mentioned #OmniTen crew for this fall and winter season. This season was nothing like the previous three.
Instead of having three days to spend with nine other outdoor enthusiasts and social media influencers within my season, we were going to have ourselves a little competition against everyone from the previous three seasons! And so the #OmniGames had been written, and so they had come to pass.
We were broken up into teams of two by picking names out of a hat and pairing summer members with winter members to try level the playing field. I chose the righteously fabulous @Bananabuzzbomb (Heidi Henry) from Season 1. She’s a desert rat living in Arizona right now, but I have faith we can pull off a Top 5 finish to win the trip to Jordan (the country). Oh! Did I not tell you that’s the grand prize? Well, it is, and now you know. And knowing is half the battle.
I’ll tell you a little more about the specifics of the #OmniGames later this week, but for today, I wanted to focus on #TryingStuff.
As I explain in the video below, #TryingStuff is more than a slogan. For Columbia and its employees, it’s a culture – a way of life. This resonates with me because I love to make jokes about trying stuff:
“Just ate pure wheat gluten tonight for the first time. #TryingStuff”
“Just got a drink tossed in my face for pretending to be Barney Stinson. #TryingStuff.”
“Read my first book ever. #TryingStuff”
… and I can go on like that!
But honestly, I hate complacency. I hate being really good at something and then never challenging myself to be even better. I can honestly say, that before this trip, I had no idea how dedicated Columbia is to continuous innovation. They’ve made a believer out of me.
So without further ado, an amateurish video in which I will hate watching over and over and over and over again. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I’m just a dude that reads the fine print. I’ve not tried this before or done the research to see if someone out there has and written a blog post about it. So, if this interests you, call your local Southwest Rep. and verify.
Special Checked Luggage
I was perusing Southwest’s “special luggage” section, and noticed that if you have a ski/snowboard bag that zips into two separate pieces, it still only counts as one checked bag. From their site:
Snow ski equipment, including skis or snowboards, ski boots, and ski poles. Effective March 1, 2012: including one pair of skis or one snowboard, one set of poles, and one pair of ski/snowboard boots encased in a container(s) acceptable to Carrier. When substituting ski equipment for a free bag, Southwest Airlines allows up to two bags (containing one set of snow skis, ski poles, and ski boots) to count as one item, even if they are packed and tagged separately.
Note: Snow ski equipment will not be subject to excess size charges. However, excess weight charges may apply.
The way I read that is as long as the two pieces of luggage are still less than 50lb. each, it still only countins as 1 piece of checked luggage. Perfect for hauling all your swag back in the “second” piece of checked luggage that you’ll get at the #OmniGames.
Again, don’t trust me. Call to verify.
Two-Piece Snowboard Bag
Need an example of a bag that fits the above description magically? Here’s one, and I’m sure there are more: