I quit my job. Sold my truck. Got rid of most of what I owned. Then I got on a plane to New Zealand.
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I quit my job. Sold my truck. Got rid of most of what I owned. Then I got on a plane to New Zealand.

Earnslaw Burn demanded attention the entire way. Not because it was dangerous, but because every step mattered.

The track wasn’t about any one moment. It was the rhythm of it — tides, long days, cold swims, and the people you meet along the way.

It wasn’t the hike that stuck. It was how simple it felt to step into something new and have it work.