Dusk on the Deschutes

I think I scared myself to death more times than I can count this summer, and I’m thankful for each of those times. I did many things this summer that would’ve made my skin crawl with anxiety and worry not too long ago.

Introducing myself to a brand new community and environment was the first of many of those instances where I was scared to death. Coming into a how new area of life knowing next to nothing about how to be raft guide in general was my favorite adventure I’ve had in many years. The knowledge leap going from not knowing how to steer the boat to shouting “DUDE LOOK AT THAT GUHGUHGUH!” was about as polarizing as it gets.

I got exactly what I wanted this summer in venturing into the unknown and I found myself with whole new army of friends, passion for the outdoors, and direction for my skills behind my camera. Taking the long drive home the next few days now, and I feel like a huge book full of new stories filled with laughter, carnage, and chaos. I’ll surely be sharing those stories with y’all soon enough. For now it’s time to focus on the road.

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As always,

𝕄𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕖!