FalconTech 20L - Carbon

It was Chaos, we were on the run for 11 days.

It all started in the meditation gardens, perched high above an aquatic playing field, where the idea of this reckless escapade took root.

For six months, we meticulously assembled the elements, embracing the sheer madness of the ultimate cat and mouse game. The forecast hinted at an event that seemed to flip the Doppler the bird. In a flash, we scattered like wildfire, fueled by adrenaline and a flurry of text messages. It was unanimous – go time.

Minds splintered into packing lists, navigation strategies, and logistical acrobatics. Armed to the teeth with boards, fins, suits, rods, and a mix of protein bars and dehydrated meals, we hit the road like bat out of hell. With the addition of my pack, it felt as if the universe clicked into alignment, and we felt it – not with our eyes, but with a smell, the moistness of fall fog, and the view of uncrowded splendor stretching southward.

The water became more precious, the air more rejuvenating, and the sun more fueling. It was a reminder that we are not just what we think; we are what we do – and damn, action pervades our very existence.