The Adventure Between: Micro-Expeditions for Real Life, Real People

The plan was simple enough. Pack light, grab a rod, toss a few sandwiches in the bag, and ride out with my son for one night under the stars. It sounded good on paper. But by the time Friday showed up, life was already off balance — work wasn’t done, gear wasn’t packed, dinner hadn’t been figured out.

The sensible thing would’ve been to stay home. Catch up. Try again next weekend.

But there he was, helmet in hand, standing by his bike with that look — the kind that says he’s already halfway gone. So we went. No ceremony, no second guesses. Just a father, a son, and a quiet promise that some things matter more than being caught up.