bungee jumping

Jumping Off Bridges With A Stretchy Rope

There's nothing quite like the adrenaline rush just before leaping off a bridge with nothing but a bungee cord tied around your ankles; actually, the cord is fastened to two thick velcro anklets. Anyway, this was my third time at the Bridge to Nowhere in the Angeles National Forest, jumping twice during each visit. Nothing I've done compares to the feeling, not even skydiving. It's just one of those things you have to experience for yourself. 

I planned the trip for a few friends, but they all cancelled a week before and I already bought my ticket. I knew that I'd still have a good time so I went anyway, partly because they don't offer refunds. Aside from my dog, a few people joined from my Meetup group - which is always an adventure in itself.

One of my favorite parts about the experience is the hike to the bridge. It's gorgeous! You ascend through a valley for 5 miles, navigating the pointy yucca plant and crossing a brisk river several times. The bungee crew starts the hike at 7:30AM, so we got there a day early and backpacked down to the the river to spent the night. I'm still a little bummed that my friends bailed, but it was still a rad time with some new faces so I don't regret a thing!

I'll upload the videos from my jump later, but here's the edit from last year until then :)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2k5AXXgLEtY

The first 7 months of my new life and "Max Level Adventures"

The list that began it all.
The list that began it all.

It's been just over 7 months since I started the Facebook group. Holy shit. When I started the group on January 31st, I had tons of ideas! It only took two months to do things I thought it would take me a year to accomplish. I went skydiving, bungee jumping in California, explored Monument Valley, Antelope Canyon (pictured), competed in an obstacle course, and biked/hiked in places I'd never been before. Running out of ideas began to seem like a very real possibility, but it never happened. The ideas weren't always specific, but they didn't have to be. All I had to do was decide what activity I wanted to do and pick a location. Cliff jumping? Let's check out Fossil Creek. Hiking? Let's check out Flat Iron, Biking? Let's check out Sedona.

Many of my ideas came from word of mouth. I would tell someone about my adventures and they'd say, "oh, man, have you heard of ______?!" And most of the time, my answer was "no" or "yeah, but I haven't been there." They'd tell me enough to pique my interest and I'd add it to the list.

The solution was pretty simple; I just started planning adventures for myself.

As time passed, I realized I had become a little *too* inclusive. I found myself planning too many events for people that would cut trips short because they didn't take it seriously or came underprepared. Or they would bail entirely. It took me a while to make the change because I didn't want to exclude certain people for the behavior of others. The solution was pretty simple; I just started planning adventures for myself. Then it didn't matter if anyone showed up because I still got to do what I wanted.

I suspected that being more selfish and exclusive would result in reduced interest - and it did to an extent. The number of sign-ups decreased, but the turn-outs remained about the same. In hindsight I realize that I was creating more serious followers while reducing the source of my stress. I had solved my problem just by relentlessly pursuing my passion - which is what I had set out to do all along.

It cost me a few old hobbies and friendships to get here, but those sacrifices taught me the difference between happiness and complacency. I've never been more excited about my future.