Chase is who you’ll see pop up very often in my story. He’s my husband and accompanies me on almost all of my adventures — unless his work pulls him away for a bit. We met when I was 21 and he was 22, in Thailand. From there, our life quickly turned into one long unfolding adventure — from living in Hawaii to now spending a few years in Europe.

We recognized early on something in each other that just felt right. Two people who didn’t want an ordinary life, realizing we had found someone equally crazy enough to chase summits and equally determined to build something meaningful. A couple months into dating, we packed up for a 5½-week road trip across the U.S. That summer we hit the major national parks, hiked Angels Landing, summited Capitol Peak and Longs Peak, climbed Half Dome, and pushed ourselves in ways that made it very clear — this wasn’t casual. Somewhere between the miles, the blisters, and the thin air, I knew he was the one.

Our faith didn’t deepen together overnight. That part came later — slowly, through growth, hardship, and choosing to lean back toward God side by side. Since then, we’ve explored Europe’s hidden streets, skied and ice-dived in the French Alps, drifted in total darkness 3,000 feet above the ocean floor in Hawaii, and built a life that feels equal parts wild and intentional.

The places have been unforgettable, but what’s mattered most is that every adventure has shaped us. We’ve learned that the best stories aren’t just about where you go, but who you become along the way — and we’re still writing ours.