On Valentines Day of this year, my ex-wife and I climbed up Zabriskie Point for a sunrise stroll. We took some of the most beautiful photos I've ever taken. And it truly was a beautiful experience.
That night we had our brakes go out while going down a long and steep grade in Death Valley, in the middle of the night, with no cell phone reception. Yeah, it was scary. And this was something that would have normally caused us great anxiety (before moving into the camper). But after living on the road for a year and driving over 60,000 miles, we were seasoned pros and we handled it like champs. First we switched drivers and rolled down the windows to check for smoke. "OMG, it's smoking! Pull over!" We then got out of the truck, I have a mini panic attack and exclaim, "I'm in panic mode. I'm in panic mode!" I say weird things when my adrenaline hits me. Then I grab the fire extinguisher and expel our now burning tire. We decide to camp there for the night. The next morning we go for a little sunrise hike and we're off to the races again.
People are often surprised about the matter of fact way I talk about Shelley. But I'm at a point right now when I don't feel like I need to be regretful over my past experiences. I honestly wouldn't change anything about my past because in that moment, it was right. And all those experiences have brought me to where I am now. And right now I am content. I am strong. And I am happy.
Lately, I try not to give advice. I believe in learning on your own the hard way. But if I were to offer the world just one piece of advice, it would be don't sweat the small stuff (and it's all small stuff). And get rid of all the distractions so that you can focus on the beauty right in front of you.
Josh Hartman - Mountain Unicyclist and Photographer