Hopes, dreams and the possibility of failure

Photo by: Jimmie Pederson

This past weekend, Lee and a team took four days to paddle the entire Margaree River from start to finish. It was something that we worked four, long months to pull together. It was more than just a hard excursion, it was an entire project with multiple facets that we will share more about as the time goes on. It was difficult to plan; there was one period in March where we didn’t think we’d pull it off. Honestly, as time got closer and the largeness of the project and the rules of lockdown closed in, there were moments where I thought I don’t know if this will be possible.

I was born and raised in Margaree. In grade 12 as people were celebrating university acceptance letters and planning to decorate their dorm, I bought a plane ticket to East Africa and a second one to western Europe. By that point in my life I had heard so many stories from people who went to university because they felt pressured to. They took years of time to please parents or teachers because university is a must to be successful. These same people told me of the debt they were still paying off, decades later, while working jobs they didn’t enjoy. I don’t know how many times I heard things like, “I wanted to travel but university happened and then debt and then a mortgage,” or “I always dreamed of starting a business, but I just couldn’t.” 

So there I was, 17 years old and more terrified to spend years of my life spending money I didn’t have doing things I didn’t want than I was of going against the status quo. One teacher told me, word for word: “you will never succeed in anything if you don’t go to university straight out of high school. You will put it off and put it off and you will never end up going. You will never be able to have a successful job or career or buy a house if you don’t go now.” She proceeded to say something about how my dreams were good and all, as an idea, but weren’t practical. 

I got on the plane anyway. And you know what? She was right. I never ended up going to university. I travelled. I started something that I’d always dreamt of doing and I frequently met people from small towns like the area I grew up in who had also gone against the status quo and had been laughed at for it. 

Time passed and I lived on multiple continents and in multiple countries and I thought of Margaree often. I thought of young people who were in high school being told that there was no way they could succeed if they didn’t go get a degree. Right now.

And then Lee started Live Life InTents and it was, undoubtedly, against the status quo. I was living in Peru when him and his brother, Liam, first came out with the idea. In a small area filled with farms and a population well above the age of 50, some young guys were starting an adventure company. And they weren’t using their university degrees to do it. 

Photo by: Jimmie Pederson

It’s been a few years since then and Live Life InTents continues to grow and grow. More people come each year and they keep coming back because they can’t help themselves. I feel like I can boast about this stuff because I just work here.

Flash forward from all of that to a few days ago. On day three of this project I was sitting on top of a cliff as I watched the team paddle part of the Margaree River. Lee passed by beneath me and for a split second tears welled up in my eyes and I thought, we did it. He did it. This impossible trip is happening.

Mind you, this trip was hard. The team can tell you just how far they were pushed physically and mentally. There were things we could have planned and prepped differently. Things we could have avoided, could have changed. The team was stretched to a breaking point and there were times, they have said, that they didn’t think they could finish the trip. 

But there they were, in their canoes, kayaks and on their paddle boards and I was so emotional because these kind of things aren’t common in small towns. In areas with small populations and in a culture that is so insistent on university degrees, it isn’t exactly normal to lead people on new ventures. It’s not common to have people begin new things, start hard projects, attempt difficult tasks while knowing failure is a possibility. 

Photo by: Jimmie Pederson

Maybe I was emotional because it gave me so much hope. Here Lee was, adding a whole new aspect to his company with no guarantees that it would work. Nothing but ambition and heart coupled with some logistics and planning was carrying him. There was no promise that this would succeed but he did it anyway. 

I just wonder how many of us carry around hopes and dreams without ever acting on them. I wonder how many of us have longed for something since childhood and we never managed to find the bravery to pick it up among the work and the debt and the degrees. I wonder how many young people from small towns enrol in courses because their parents say so, all the while their imagination is dimmed more and more every year as they slowly let go of the things they once dreamt of. 

And I wonder, more than anything, what it means when someone like Lee goes against the grain. I wonder what happens when we act on our dreams and our hopes. I wonder what will happen to the younger generation coming up behind us when we get brave. I wonder what kind of example we set and the impact it could have for years to come.

Here’s the thing. Some of us dream of writing books, starting companies, moving countries. Some of us have dreams that will wildly change how our lives look today and that can be terrifying. Others want to take up running, pick up a paint brush, take a dance class, but shame and embarrassment keep us from doing that. Whatever it is, whatever you’ve longed for, you’ve really only got this one chance. This one life. This one shot to put some flesh to your words and do something about it. If your heart is still beating, then there is still time left to go after it.

Photo by: Jimmie Pederson

This is it. It’s all you’ve got. You might look silly. You might not succeed. You might fail. You might get hurt. You might have to be vulnerable. 

But this is it. This life is all you’ve got. At the end of the day, wouldn’t you rather have tried and failed than have sat back with nothing but old dreams?

Lace up the shoes. Do some research on the business idea. Sign up to the dance class. Paint. Draw. Laugh hard and loud and long. Look at plane tickets. Get brave in the face of what might be scary. In the face of failure.

As Josh Lynott says,
No risk, no story. 

Written by: Annika Phillips

The storytelling series, pt. 1 // nature's way of healing

As a company, we love to show people the great outdoors and offer the opportunity to explore locally. The outdoors, as we know it, is a place to learn and grow, to go on wild adventures, meet new people and push outside of your comfort zone. While it’s great to talk about our side of it, we want to invite others to share their stories; why they go outside, what it has taught them, tall tales from mountaintops and riverbanks. We want to create a space for people to be raw and honest, a spot right here to share and learn. With that being said, we are beginning a series of posts where people will be able to share their own journeys and experiences. We’re kicking it off today with our friend, Jonathan Kanary.

Photo by: Jimmie Pederson

As a young boy, I spent a lot of time outdoors. My parents took us camping every summer, my dad took me fishing and hunting, my cousin and I would explore vast stretches of back-country forest. Throughout adolescence and into adulthood my relationship with the outdoors deteriorated; work, bars, clubs, women, drinking, drugs all became the center of my life.

Like most of my generation I have always struggled with my mental health, and I was never one to find balance in my life. Depression, anxiety, and insecurity lead to a feeling of hopelessness and ultimately full blown crippling addiction which put my life in the toilet. I found myself morally, spiritually and emotionally bankrupt sitting in a jail cell for drug possession. This was my “rock bottom.”

I entered recovery. Started working a twelve step program. For those of you not familiar with this process, very simply you reconcile with your past, learn new coping mechanisms for life, and practice meditation, which in turn, brings you a greater understanding of yourself while developing a relationship with a power greater than you.

I felt drawn to nature when I was still struggling early on in recovery. Escaping to a place where my phone doesn't work, where there was no one to judge me, no one to make awkward eye contact with, no reason to look over my shoulder; that was my only relief from the shame and remorse that consumed me. The more time I spent in nature the more time I wanted to spend there. I grew a passion for foraging and learning about the sustenance nature provides. I found myself attracted to waterfalls more so than mountaintops; back country bushwacking rather than well worn trails. The pink/white noise of leaves rustling in the wind, or the water steadily crashing down the moss covered granite, brings a surreal calmness to my mind. Staying in the now has always been difficult for me. I was always living in remorse, bitterness or guilt from the past or obsessive, fearful and crippled with anxiety of what the future might hold. Many things in nature leave you awestruck; shocked into the present moment with a calmness and serenity unmatched by anything created by mankind. When wandering through a desolate forest, there is no past or future, there is only now, and this is the therapeutic experience many of us crave in our busy lives.

I would share my adventures daily on social media. Friends and strangers alike would reach out and ask to join me. I started guiding individuals and groups, folks from all walks of life. I get a real charge out of teaching them a little history of the place we would visit, having them taste edible foliage and encouraging them to push themselves further than they thought they could to reach our destination. Being able to share and trade skills with others is a communion we share that has no cost, only value. 

I have always found myself to be a lonely person regardless if I was in a room full of people or actually alone. I always felt alone, and still do most of the time. But I am aware that my connection with the world around me is fractured and ungrounded. I feel alone because I feel disconnected. Johan Hari describes the opposite of addiction, as connection. For many of us, this is a connection to community, family, and friends. We forget sometimes, that our connection with nature is paramount in maintaining a balanced life. Reestablishing this relationship with nature helps us put things into perspective. We begin to rediscover the awesome power and beauty all around us. Nature provides a therapy that we are unable to experience in modern society. With our practice of meditation, we can more easily appreciate the fresh air, color, and texture of our environment.

I have found the outdoors community to be very welcoming. Each time I wanted to up the ante, I easily found a group of friends that were willing to take me under their wing and push me toward greater challenges. As I pushed through harder, longer, more isolated treks, I learned that the body can take so much more than the mind would have you think. This mental discipline is something I hold very dear today. We are warriors and often forget that we are capable of remarkable things when we do not let our ego get in the way. 

Push yourself. Don’t give up. Keep going a little further. This is how we triumph in life.

Written by: Jonathan Kanary