Unfortunately for me my parents did not allow video games or TV!! Growing up in Barrington, Rhode Island I spent most of my free time climbing trees, building forts, and getting lost outside in the “Muschuck” marsh. “YEEEHOOOOYEEEHOO!!,” I’d shrill from the top of the big tree at the edge of our property. I had developed this bird call to alert my next door neighbor and best friend Ben it was time to come outside for an adventure. Ben would drop his homework, climb out his second story window and join me in the tree and escape for an adventure in the salt water marsh a few blocks down the street. This large shorelines ecosystem was full of tall reeds, meandering streams and muddy bogs pretty much untouched by any in the area: This was our little patch of wilderness to explore. In the tall reeds we foraged a maze of paths that led to little forts constructed from washed up recycled tid-bits from the sea: entire cockpits of old boats, fishing nets, buoys, large tires, and sculpted logs. Like little pirates we had maps that detailed the confusing network of trails and chased each other wildly, crazed and out of control. Commonly we would stumble home after dark bleeding and depleted from the exploration of a new part of the marsh. Looking back on these classic times, I realize how they still shape the way I live life today. Adventures are relative and at the time building a new trail and fort structure in the Muschuck marsh down the street was equally as epic and satisfying as executing a massive climbing expedition and art project deep in the Himalaya. Holding onto that spirit of adventure from a kid helped me stay motivated and happy. So, whatever your age or ability you are the take home message remains the same: The more time we spend outside expressing ourselves the more richly we have lived. Climbing and art are two of the greatest vehicles I have found to carry me this direction. ~reo