Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. ~Mark Twain
My name is Jason Richter and I’ve always been a bit enamored by adventurers. Folks like Lewis and Clark, Shackleton, Norgay and Hillary and others who pushed the boundaries of what was thought possible, or perhaps sane, and managed to pull off great accomplishments. As for me, I’ve never really managed to move beyond the weekend warrior set.
I’ve enjoyed spending many days climbing in Joshua Tree N.P., all throughout the Sierra and in other interesting areas. I’ve summited a bunch of beautiful peaks, including all of California’s fourteeners, Washington State’s Mt. Ranier and Mt. Olympus, Wyoming’s Gannett Peak and Mexico’s Picacho del Diablo and Pico de Orizaba. I’ve been fortunate enough to complete the Haute Route ski tour in the alps, SCUBA dive in Hawaii and California, hunt, fish and canoe in the Midwest and go canyoneering in Zion’s N.P. I’ve also competed in a number of cross country mountain bike races, including three 24 hour team events. But when I look at all of these accomplishments, I’m slightly disappointed as none of them really strike me as a true adventure.
I grew up in rural Minnesota, graduated from the U of M’s Carlson School of Management and have lived in Los Angeles, California since 2000. For the past eleven years, I’ve worked as a financial consultant. By nearly any measure I have a good job and live a great life.
Perhaps it was seeing the movie Motorcycle Diaries or watching the Long Way Round and Long Way Down series by Charlie and Ewan. It could have been reading about Michael Fay’s MegaTransect or John Muir’s travels. Or maybe it was just this reoccurring idea that there is a huge world out there and I’ve only seen but a fraction of it. One way or another, I’ve become a bit obsessed with setting off on my own adventure. To really see what’s out there…
At the age of 34, I figure its now or never. So, in early 2009, I will be taking leave of absence from my job and loading me and my motorbike onto an airplane bound for Buenos Aires, Argentina.