We’ve been sold this idea that adventure requires plane tickets, passports, and a hefty bank account. And as someone who has lived and traveled in Europe growing up, it isn’t all that appealing to me. But what if it just took a tank of gas and an open afternoon?

Some of the best adventures I’ve ever had happened right here in Central Virginia. I’ve wandered into fog-draped meadows and found the kind of clarity people fly across the world chasing.

I hiked Mount Pleasant on my birthday, which started sunny at the bottom, quickly turned to fog and mist at the top. But here’s the thing, it’s not the destination. It’s the way you show up. It’s how you show up for yourself against all the noise you’re bombarded with day in and day out.

When you walk a new trail alone, even if it’s 20 minutes away, you’re practicing courage. When you camp solo at a local state park, you’re building trust. Trust in yourself, your instincts, and your ability to feel at home in your own company.

Have you ever noticed how loud everything is? How does everyone need to fill the silence?

Adventure isn’t out there. It’s right here. In your shoes. On your street. Under your feet.