As I wrap up my second year in Alaska, I spend a lot of time ruminating on the idea of adventure.
The word “adventure” suffers the same serious overuse as its cousins, “epic” and “amazing.” Everyone’s Instagrammed lunches are epic; any old sunset counts as amazing; every trip to an all-inclusive beachside resort is an adventure.
Tell that to Ernest Shackleton.
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