This was also when I started to get to know the people around me. The only person that I knew at the time was Marco, but I quickly got to know all of the other people who had joined us as well, and once I did everything became a lot more comfortable. I was able to ask questions about things I didn’t understand (and trust me, that’s a lot of questions), talk about all the amazing scenery and nature that surrounded us nearly all the time, and find common ground with people I didn’t exactly expect to find any with. I was entering into my dad’s own world, but it was quickly becoming mine as well. These conversations and relationships only grew deeper with each passing day.
The real exciting stuff (and most surprising) was all of the driving that I got (had) to do. My dad is his own film crew, which meant that for most of the trails, minus the real hard stuff, I was the one who did the driving so he could get it all on video. This is honestly where I probably caught the bug, because I had way more fun than I could’ve expected. The awesome slick-rock obstacles in Moab, combined with the beautiful red scenery and open deserts and dried out canyons, made for some of the most entertaining driving and sight-seeing I had ever experienced.
Colorado was far less technical, but it had unparalleled beauty, from the lush green forests, to the abandoned mines and quaint little towns, to the smell in the air which was reminiscent of freedom. This was the wild, and this was where I wanted to be.
I may not do exactly what my dad does, or what Marco does, or what any of the other people who went with us do, but I can tell you one thing: I am an overlander. I can drive off-road, and I can camp overnight, and I can do things that only I can do, just as you can do things that only you can do. It is this collection of different people with different talents that not only makes overlanding so enjoyable, but a new and unique adventure every time you step off the beaten path.