The Microadventure: To longboard from my front door in Boulder, Colorado in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, out to the lovely city of Denver. Sponsors: OZ Longboards based in Evergreen, Colorado who provided the skatebord. SolePack, who provided packing accessories. Both wonderful and innovative companies doing big things and with great people behind them. Behind The Scenes: This was quite the trip! A roller coaster to say the least. I actually mentioned this particular microadventure on my about page as one of the most defining moments in my life. I think I felt compelled to put this specific one on this list because of what it signified to me. I did this just 2 weeks after moving to Boulder, a place I came to having never been before. This was my way of exploring my new stomping grounds, and in a way, making my initial mark there to prove to myself that I was going to do big things, and that this was the start of a new chapter in my life that would include many of those things. About The Adventure: I kept a journey throughout, stopping about every 2 hours to fill up a few pages about what I was feeling in that moment, where I was, and just, how the overall experience was being played out. You can read that post here. This trip took exactly 12 hours. As I said, I had just recently moved to Boulder from Florida, which is the flattest state in America. (Yes, it’s flatter than Kansas!) So, When I got to Colorado, I’d never really longboarded on hills. That’s what made this microadventure terrifying for me, in fact. There were quite a few moments when I had to suck it up and finally sit my butt down on the board and just p Around 3:00 PM I was hitting a breaking point. My feet were killing me because I wore the wrong shoes. (Never again.) I wanted to turn back. I even called my Mom to tell her how pissed off I was that I was stupid enough to do this. I made that call from on top of a huge hill where I could just barely see the Denver skyline. I had convinced myself that I was going to get there before sunset, and at that moment, I knew it would be much later than that. At first I fought it. At first I was mad at myself. But I knew I wasn’t going to turn back. There was no way I wasn’t going to complete this journey. And so, I pushed on. Mile after mile, the sun got lower and lower until it finally disappeared. By that time, I had fully embraced the journey, and took a moment to relax by a like to write as the last rays of light faded away. And then it was dark. Finally, I found myself no longer surrounded by hills and mountains, but now by apartment buildings, restaurants, high rises, and lights everywhere. It was October, yet the night was fairly warm, and it couldn’t have felt more right. I knew as I passed by these landmarks that I was getting closer and closer the center of town, Market Street Station on 16th street. It finally hit me that I had only 1 mile left to go. Suddenly, I didn’t want it to end. I was so in the present. I was so proud of myself for having kept going when my mind and body wanted me to quit. I decided to walk that last mile, just to stretch out my time on this journey as much as I could. I walked under bridges, through crowds of people, crossed streets, passed by parks. I saw everything so clearly. And then I saw it. My final destination. I hopped on my board, and skated the last few blocks to my landmark. I had made it. 30 miles on a skateboard from Boulder to Denver. What a great day.