I’ve always loved the outdoors. For as long as I can remember I’ve embraced nature full throttle! I’ve scaled Mt. Kilimanjaro and run several full (140.6 mile) IRONMAN triathlons, but there’s one outdoor adventure I’ve always loved more than anything else. Camping. Sometimes in the wild. Sometimes in our backyard. I love it either way.
Ever since my Bronx-born mom insisted on getting my brother and me off our butts, out of the city, and into the woods for some fun camping trips, I’ve never looked back. Sure, I love the rigor of a good hike. And I’ve never known a grid I didn’t want to be off—but the one thing I like most about camping is the After. When the day is done.