There They Go


Dispatches From the Road: Vol. 6

"Where the f!*& is it?" Matt asked, panic setting in. "No, no, no, no. F!*&. F!*&."

Those of you who already follow us on social know this story well. The story of how we lost signal with our drone and it dropped like a rock over a cliff in Big Sur. The story of how, after it was retrieved from the cliff by a local construction worker, the Roamer got a flat. In LA. During rush hour. The story of how, even after we spent nearly four hours swapping out the flat 215-lb tire, we arrived at our hotel dog-tired and found out the room, though it had been booked, wasn't booked until two days later.

In short, this is the story of Matt + Hill's no good, very bad day.

Now, I like to think that we're two relatively normal, emotionally balanced people. Sure, Matt can be impatient and, at times, my Italian temper rears its ugly head, but even the most even-keeled get pushed to their limit. And to be totally candid - this was ours.

The best analogy would be this: Rocks and water. Again and again the current pounds against the rocks, stripping and sculpting them into something else. Not even rocks - such a symbol of strength - can withstand being beaten on forever. (OK I sense your judgement, but give me a break here. I AM watching surfing after all...)

As we've touched on before, beautiful things can emerge from ruin.

For instance, before this trip, I've never really seen Matt get angry. More specifically, I've never seen Matt extremely angry for a prolonged period of time. But here he was. Swearing. Throwing rocks.


And me, too. I've had my moments. I've sworn. And thrown things. I've thought that I can't do things. I've thought that I shouldn't have done things.

To put it bluntly, we've seen each other at our worst on this trip. But, you know what? We've also seen one another at our very best, too. Like when Matt crushed it on the Big Sky ropes course and one of the instructors, clearly impressed, called him a monkey (a term of endearment). Or when I stood up on my third try while wake surfing for the first time in Lake Tahoe. Throughout this trip we've been there for one another every time something goes wrong, whether it's to exchange a hug or a pep talk, and also to cheer one another on every time something goes right.

A lot of lessons have been learned as a result of this crazy awesome, wildly emotionally road trip, but perhaps the best lesson of all is that we are each complete people made better by one another's support.