05/27/2026
15 years ago I climbed Mount Kilimanjaro.
Still one of the hardest, most beautiful, most humbling things I’ve ever done. The mountain does not care who you are, what you do, how tough you think you are, or what your plans are. You just put one foot in front of the other, keep going, and find out what you’re made of somewhere above the clouds.
Looking back at these pictures, I remember the people, the exhaustion, the laughs, the cold, the altitude, the food, the guides, and that strange mix of misery and gratitude that only a real adventure gives you.
Fifteen years later, I’m even more grateful I did it.
And now I’m hoping to do it again in 2028 this time with my son, Atticus.
That would be pretty damn special.
