My mom is awesome.

She’s definitely where I get my adventurous side. Growing up, my mom was the one who introduced me to the outdoors and instilled in me an insatiable curiosity for the world. We went for walks together, rode horses together, saved countless stray cats and dogs and hid them in abandoned barn stalls so my dad wouldn’t find out. She’s smart, funny, caring (almost to a fault), a total goob, and my best friend. She’s where I find the motivation to get up every day and make the most out of every moment, no matter the obstacles. She’s wise beyond her years yet still gets mistaken as my sister. She rocks tattoos on both of her forearms, has the best taste in music, and lets me push her off rocks (okay maybe not willingly).

Circa 2011, New River Gorge, West Virginia

Circa 2011, New River Gorge, West Virginia

As if all of those qualities weren’t good enough, my favorite part about my mom is that she’s willing to try just about anything. Starting tomorrow, my mom will be joining me on the road for┬áthe next two weeks. From the mountains of western North Carolina to the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, this pretty lady is going to be my partner-in-crime, sidekick, copilot, cooking buddy, Go-mate. The best part? I couldn’t be more excited.

Stay tuned for updates from our ramblings and we’ll see you on the road!