The dramatic landscape rolls on
Only to be cut by the single road, the only way from here to there other than foot or horse
Onward we trek
Towards the mountains, the glaciers, the lakes, and our destiny
Here we are
Living in the moment, out of suitcases, on this bus with wonderful strangers soon to become friends
We jump out of airplanes, dive off cliffs, and swing through canyons
Unabashed and unashamed
We are here
We party til two am, mountain bike over swinging bridges, and cruise through the fiords
Cantering on horseback or whitewater rafting through the rivers is the only way to cross these braids
We talk til midnight about life, we joke while trekking up the mountain
Winding through the only road we make it to our remote little paradise
Running from the past and running into the future
The more we move the closer we are
To the sky, to the world, to our souls
There is no place I’d rather be
Paints a picture for me and instills a wanderlust