You’ve reached the blog of Emily Benning and Steven Plichta. We’re seasoned outdoorspeople, probably have a few screws loose, and spend a lot of time in a boat making terrible jokes.
Before Steve and I had finished our first round of beers in each other’s company, we realized we both had made some pretty questionable decisions in terms of our outdoor adventures. “Type 1” fun wasn’t that appealing to either of us. It just seems too easy; unless there was some degree of absolute misery involved, we weren’t interested. It would seem that suffering is, in fact, a central value on which all our adventures are based.
Shortly after that we realized that the scope of terrible expeditions that could be achieved was exponentially higher with two people than it is with one. Longer rivers, bigger mountains, worse weather… before we’d signed the bar bill, we’d wholeheartedly signed on for a long series of bad ideas.
Fortunately our stupidity makes for pretty good reading, which is awesome because neither of us is particularly photogenic. We’ve fleshed out our stories with some doodles and the handful of photos we manage to snap in between dumping our electronics in the drink. We’ve been told so many times that we’re “out of [our] damned minds” that we figure nobody else will ever join us on a trip, so this is the next best thing.
If, you know, reading about other people having a miserable time is your jam. No judgment.
