"It’s not the miles that make an adventure— it’s the meaning you find along the way." — unknown

The sun dips low, painting the bush in gold. He sits forward, elbows on his knees, the day still alive in his mind. The dust has been washed away, but the wild remains—quiet now, steady, a part of him. Out here, adventure settles into silence, into something that stays long after the day is done.



