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		<title>Over and Out</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Apr 2013 17:20:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Back in the fall I called Heath and said I didn&#8217;t wan to go rafting anymore&#8230;not kidding.  It sounds insane now, but back then we really had no idea what this trip would be about.  I kept picturing us wet and cold for over two weeks straight and it didn&#8217;t sound like an ounce of fun.  There were so many times on the bicycle trip where you would think &#8220;why the hell am I doing this?&#8221;  I didn&#8217;t want to willingly put myself  in that situation, with no break,  just for the sake of saying I did something.  The things I suffer for have to be fun at least part of the time, otherwise what&#8217;s the point?  When people write me and want advice on how to bicycle across the country, I give them a few pointers, but I always mention that they&#8217;d better find some fun shit to do along the way or else they just signed up for a job, a job riding a bicycle.  But on this job, instead of getting paid, you work hard every day and at the end you get out your checkbook and write the words &#8220;five thousand dollars.&#8221; Well, several weeks went by after the call, I&#8217;m listening to a song and all of the sudden I think &#8220;Are you serious?  Get off your ass and go battle the canyon man!&#8221;  I love what I do for a living, but at the end of the day, I live for life stories, not work.  If I have something to obsess about and look forward to, then every day has a purpose.  The song is called &#8220;Remember the Mountain Bed&#8221; by Billy Bragg and Wilco and it&#8217;s almost entirely about something completely different, but there&#8217;s this line, and the line basically called me a pussy to my face and said &#8220;call Heath and tell him you&#8217;re an idiot&#8221; &#8220;I learned the reason why man must work and how to dream big dreams  To conquer time and space and fight the rivers and the seas&#8221; When I paid attention to those words, in a song I&#8217;d heard so many times, I realized that this trip was the first time that we&#8217;d do something that was truly adventurous and I wanted back in.  I wanted to not have a good safety net.  I wanted to not know what was around the corner, and I wanted to be forced to navigate on my own without a damn iPhone for christ&#8217;s sake.  Riding a bike for two months is rad, but when you can stop and eat corn dogs at gas stations whenever you want, it takes some of the grit out of it. Wait, I take that back. Riding a bike 3,300 miles on mountain dew and corn dogs is gritty. Isn&#8217;t it? When I think of the ultimate adventure, I think of things that have to do with with water.  Water is the most beautiful thing in the world and also the most brutal thing in the world, so it makes for the most amazing bitter sweet relationship on Earth.  There aren&#8217;t too many things in life where the same thing that brings you the greatest pleasure is also the thing that can come the closest to killing you.  Think Truman and Lt. Dan. (click here or here) I&#8217;ve mentioned how important music was to this trip, and at one point I even filmed my exact viewpoint from the front of the raft for 4 minutes while I listened to my favorite Bob Dylan song, but it didn&#8217;t do it justice, it&#8217;s just wasn&#8217;t the same. Just take my word that when you lie on your back looking at those giant stone walls slowly passing by and listing to &#8220;Don&#8217;t Think Twice It&#8217; Alright&#8221;, it&#8217;s right up there with the greatest bed you&#8217;ve ever slept in and the greatest steak you&#8217;ve ever eaten. (don&#8217;t pay attention to the rat race in this video) So that was it, that&#8217;s all it took, a song. The rest is history now and I can safely say that Timmy was right, it is the best thing on the planet.  I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;ve been so into a  trip from beginning to end ever in my life, usually there&#8217;s at least a small part in there somewhere where you&#8217;re over it and you just want to go home.  There was some of the greatest scenery I&#8217;ve ever witnessed, some thrill seeking mixed in, good food, shitloads of laughs, and almost no other human beings around to spoil it.  I&#8217;ve already re-entered the lottery and I can&#8217;t wait to go back. I have no idea of what we&#8217;ll do next, or if we&#8217;ll ever do this whole thing again, but one day I&#8217;m fulfilling my life long goal of sailing across the damn Pacific Ocean if it kills me.  Heath is well aware of this idea and is apparently down for it.  One day via text he asked me how much a sailboat costs and told me he doesn&#8217;t want to cut corners because &#8220;if I&#8217;m gonna die on this thing I want it to be nice.&#8221; Thanks for reading&#8230;]]></description>
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		<title>Nailed it!</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Apr 2013 17:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Here&#8217;s a sequence of John and I pretending like we ran this rapid perfectly on purpose.]]></description>
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		<title>Messing Around</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Apr 2013 03:12:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[After Lava Falls, everything was a breeze, literally. After we drank the lone soldier (Tecate) in celebration of making it past Lava falls in one piece, we met up with an old friend of ours&#8230;the wind. The wind was howling at times up the river so hard that we paddled just to stay in one spot and not get blown upstream. Not once did anyone really freak out on this trip, except for the windy day. Ben and Heath nicknamed it &#8220;snap back&#8221; day because they kept getting pissed and snapping at each other. Heath was standing up rearranging his jacket or something while Ben was grinding against the wind when Ben got pissed, &#8220;Well maybe if you weren&#8217;t gettin&#8217; all dolled up, we&#8217;d be moving!&#8221; We were meant to really crank out some miles to get to the take out one day early, but the wind wasn&#8217;t helping at all. Two days earlier we decided that we should shave one day off the trip so we could use it to celebrate with our friend Matt Ball in dirty ass Laughlin Nevada. It took some group talks, but once we decided, we broke the seal on the satellite phone and gave the rafting company a call. A quick note on satellite phone operation from the Grand Canyon. When you call you&#8217;re supposed to immediately say the mile marker you&#8217;re at in the canyon, that way if you lose the signal, they at least know where to send the helicopter without any other info. &#8220;Hi Caroline, It&#8217;s Jeff down in the canyon. How are you?&#8221; &#8220;WHY ARE YOU CALLING!!???&#8221; &#8220;Oh, sorry. This isn&#8217;t an emergency. We just want to get picked up a day early.&#8221;&#8230; derp. The wind eventually died down and we figured it was our last chance to get one more shot off my list. I call this series &#8220;Bodies Flying Everywhere.&#8221; And I call this series &#8220;A Psycho and His Tent.&#8221;]]></description>
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		<title>Big Day! Big Day! Big day!</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Apr 2013 18:55:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s one thing to sit in a bar and casually talk about how rad a rafting trip would be in Grand Canyon. You could go on and on and hypothetically run the toughest rapids in your head while you sip on cold beer in a nice warm jacket and plug money into the jukebox. But you know what&#8217;s different? Waking up on a cold windy morning on a shaded beach and knowing your first order of business is trying not to get into some sketchy shit a long way away from 911. I&#8217;ll be honest, none of the other rapids made us very nervous, but everyone was acting a little off their game that morning, and when I&#8217;m anxious or nervous I take a lot of deep breathes.  That morning I took a lot slow deliberate breathes. A ways back Heath and Ben toyed around with the idea of rowing their boat straight into the hole, but after seeing it the day before I think that idea was tossed out the window immediately. In our boat John was nice enough to let me take the reins, but in all honesty it doesn&#8217;t really matter if your driving. If your going to be in a car accident, driver or not, you&#8217;re still in the accident. One note before we start. If you haven&#8217;t seen the movie Heat, then you&#8217;ll need to pay attention to this short video at 0:19- (click here) .  Oh, and I suppose it you&#8217;ve never seen this, then you don&#8217;t know where the blog name comes from either: (click here) Sometimes I wish I could thoroughly convey what I know about these guys in these videos so you could see it through my eyes.  Knowing the difference between a regular laugh and a nervous laugh makes a huge difference.  Knowing that Ben and Heath both relate rowing towards a big rapid to rolling up to a handrail makes the skate reference about getting a trick for a line so much funnier.  Enjoy, I&#8217;ve watched this a hundred times. In the end we&#8217;re fully aware that these rapids aren&#8217;t the biggest and the baddest in the world. It was phrased to us by a friend that they were grade 3 rapids with grade 5 consequences. I think most people that raft or kayak all of the time would think the rapids we ran were pretty tame, but that doesn&#8217;t change the fact that we&#8217;d never done anything like this before. When you sit on the rocks and watch your friends get plowed by waves and almost flip, you could care less what a pro thinks, you&#8217;re fucking scared and there&#8217;s no way to back out.]]></description>
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		<title>Lava Falls</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Apr 2013 01:01:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[People talk about lots of different rapids when they talk about the Grand Canyon, but there really is only one that everybody talks about: Lava Falls. About a year ago I sent Heath this video: He sent me this back to my email titled &#8220;Is this where we die?&#8221;: Since Lava falls is toward the end of the canyon, you get to think and think and think about it the whole way down. The water levels we were running at were nothing like the water levels in that video, but we knew it was still something to take seriously. Well, when we finally pulled off the river and got a chance to scout it, there wasn&#8217;t a whole lot of talking going on. For the first time, all these laughing cocky assholes were pretty quiet. Most rapids have one or two main features, but this one seemed to look like a football field sized war zone of traps doors. Everywhere we looked there was water plunging into a hole or breaking back on itself. The more we sat though, the more it became obvious that we had to run it way on the other side of the big hole and just get as far away from it as possible. You keep saying to yourself &#8220;I don&#8217;t think it&#8217;s that big of a deal, we&#8217;ll be fine&#8221;, followed by a nervous laugh. Anyway, we weren&#8217;t going to run it that day and we had bigger fish to fry, and by that, I mean dinner. Those cakes don&#8217;t bake themselves people.]]></description>
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		<title>Camping and Cooking</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Apr 2013 17:47:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[You know what&#8217;s rad about camping? Exploring and camp food. The last part of this whole wild ride had a whole lot of both. When I was planning out the food for the trip, I really wanted to cook in the dutch oven for some reason. The very first night I had some cornbread mix ready to go and you could tell everyone was like &#8220;dude, really? We&#8217;re dog tired and now you&#8217;re going to start baking?&#8221; The real truth was that at the beginning of the trip the heat from the fire was crucial because it was still cold, but as we dropped in elevation it got warmer, so the real estate in the fire pan became less of a commodity. I would say that, combined with the fact that&#8217;s Heath&#8217;s will power at dinner had completely crumbled, so each night he was down for whatever he could get his hands on. No bake cheesecake, brownies, smores, chocolate cake, etc. In fact, when smores were on the menu it was pretty much a known fact that they were for no one else, and he would be eating a small dinner to accommodate his binging. All the marshmallows, all the chocolate, all the graham crackers. Systematically&#8230;one by one. &#8220;I never thought my first cheesecake would be in the Grand Canyon.&#8221; No shit&#8230;that really came out of Ben&#8217;s mouth. It turns out he likes cheesecake, he just never knew it. Towards the end Ben and Heath couldn&#8217;t get the dutch oven ready fast enough and Ben even baked a cake over the fire&#8230;a fucking cake, and it was delicious. By the end of the trip we were definitely ahead of our needed miles, so it became easier to give ourselves days off, which works out great because the canyon in the perfect place to let you inner little kid run around and explore. In fact, one of the pictures on my personal shot list was to get a good photo of one of Poler&#8217;s tents high up on a ridge. I&#8217;d seen an amazing photos my friend Ky Tait took of a landscape with a tent, and I wanted something similar. Well, we tried a couple times to hike a tent way up high and get the view, but it never seemed to get the intensity of the scene around us. But, as I walked away from Heath setting up John&#8217;s tent one day I looked over and saw this. It&#8217;s my favorite shot of the whole trip.]]></description>
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		<title>The People of the Blue Water</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Mar 2013 15:02:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[If for some reason the power of the scenery in the canyon starts to wear off on you and it just doesn&#8217;t have the same impact that it used to, then Havasupaii Creek will snap you right our of your ungrateful funk.  The creek is famous for it&#8217;s blue-green waters and the waterfalls that are tucked back up into the side canyon that is part of the Havasupaii Native American Reservation. We were warned by the map notes that it was a tough spot to pull off the river and was pretty easy to miss, so when I spotted it I jumped off onto a limestone ledge with the bow line and almost had my dumb ass yanked right back into the water.  You forget sometimes, but when a boat that heavy is moving, it takes a lot more than one guy on slippery rocks with a rope in hand to stop it. Once you stop the boat you immediately see the famous water color merging with the colorado and it looks amazing.  It reminded me of my Gatorade of choice on the bike ride, Frost Glacier Freeze. Despite the fact that we were on a completely different mission from our other hiking day, we managed to fall right into our pre determined path of scaring the shit out of ourselves. We hiked up while following the creek, criss crossing back and forth to stay on the trial until we got to a fork in the canyon. I think we milled around looking for the trail for about 45 minutes until Heath determined we needed to go up again. We all managed to scrape our way up the rocks and when it came time for John to go, you could see him in the same position I was the other day, the &#8220;seriously, why are we doing this?&#8221; position. John almost let out a man cry and when we got to safety he said &#8220;I just kept picturing myself falling back on the rock ledges below and watching my femurs shoot out through the tops of my hips.&#8221; Well, we found the waterfalls we were looking for and clocked in a total of 6 miles in wetsuit booties. All in all, it was an unbelievable day with a landscape so odd and beautiful, it looked like a movie set. The Grand Canyon technically isn&#8217;t one of the seven wonders of the world, but it should be.]]></description>
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		<title>John Swims the Colorado Channel</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Mar 2013 17:54:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[On one of our days off John decided that he&#8217;d check off one thing on his &#8220;must do&#8221; list,  he&#8217;d swim across the river without a dry suit.  At first you think, ya, this sounds rad, totally doable.   Let&#8217;s state for the record that the water temperature is around 46 degrees F.  I surfed for the first time in New York this year a day after it snowed and let me tell you, water that cold is really gnarly.  Keep in mind that I wore a 6mm wetsuit, with a hood, booties, and gloves, but when the water hits your face it&#8217;s like someone threw a slurpee at you.   Then, when the water hits your face again, it feels like someone hit you in the forehead with a ball peen hammer, then threw another slurpee at you.  Basically what I&#8217;m getting at is that it doesn&#8217;t just take your breathe away, it physically hurts. I don&#8217;t remember John making any noises on his way across, but I do remember thinking that the current was taking him pretty far down river.  Heath was ready with a rescue raft, but if wasn&#8217;t needed, John arrived on the opposite shore just fine, but sans boxers.  I guess they came right off, not really a deal breaker when you&#8217;re swimming for your life.]]></description>
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		<title>And We&#8217;re Back</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Mar 2013 00:44:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It didn&#8217;t take us long to realize that we were pretty much guaranteed to run into another group sometime in the next day or so. Since the park service issues one permit per day of the year, we were going to catch up to another group soon since we were on a 16 day pace as opposed to an 18 or 21 day pace, which is much more normal. So 45 mins into our soul searching without a map we spotted some bright colors amongst the canyon&#8217;s red walls and felt that nice warm fuzzy feeling of security, it was another group. They we&#8217;re pretty far ahead of us, so there was just one 7 rapid that we&#8217;d hit before bumping into them. Without the info we just kinda went for it since the priority was to catch these people and get ahold their map. Well, in hindsight it was probably the most technical rapid of them all. The river turned a sharp right and the water split around a huge rock formation to create a small fork. We saw the other group&#8217;s boats go right so I figured I&#8217;d do the same. That is until I made an attempt to row right and it made zero difference, we were going left whether we wanted to or not. The next 30 seconds was made up of our boat pin balling around the corner, bouncing off the rocks five or six times until we exited the rapid backwards, and since Ben saw us go left, he decided to do the same and took twice as long because he ended up stuck in a whirlpool mid rapid. From where we were down below it looked really strange. We saw Heath standing up in the boat while it spun, but didn&#8217;t know Ben was yelling at him to get down in the front, &#8220;but I don&#8217;t want to get wet!&#8221; We must have looked like absolute idiots. Two boats run the rapid as bad as you possibly can, then immediately ask if anyone has a map. They must have been wondering how we even got this far. One guy offered his map right up, and just like 007 I whipped out my phone and took a picture of every single page like it was the master plan for a nuclear bomb. A huge thank you and we were on our way. After you run into other rafters, that beautiful feeling of total isolation kind of fades away. Once you spot one group, you become aware that there are obviously others and if you go too fast or too slow, you&#8217;ll overlap. I can&#8217;t say that I was a huge fan. I mean, thank god we saw them, but I had zero interest in seeing any more people until we saw Thor again at the takeout. The middle section of the river is littered with really fun rapids, all kinds of 8&#8242;s, 7&#8242;s, and smaller fun ones on a daily basis. Sometimes you run them like an easy roller coaster of waves and sometimes they hit you from the side like Warren Sapp t-boning you in the backfield, but either way everyone is always laughing.]]></description>
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		<title>Worst Throw Ever</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Mar 2013 03:34:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Every day and every night we scrutinize the map and try and plan our day as well as mentally prepare ourselves for things that may bring on the nerves. It&#8217;s safe to say that you would be a very strange kind of lost without the map because you wouldn&#8217;t know 1) where the rapids were and 2) what mile marker you were at. The first one is a bummer because you couldn&#8217;t get that recommended advice on how to run a rapid. One of the biggest surprises of learning how to run rapids is that you can&#8217;t see a damn thing as you approach one. I&#8217;m sure you can imagine that a rapid is usually in a place where the river loses some elevation, so the rapid essentially looks like a waterfall. You just see the water end and a couple of splashes, but no real features are visible until you&#8217;re pretty much on top of them. I guess you could scout every rapid, but then you&#8217;re looking at tons of time lost and then you&#8217;re off schedule, and that leads me to the next reason for the map, mile markers. If you don&#8217;t know how far you&#8217;ve gone, you&#8217;re pretty much fucked. We had a scheduled day that the rafting company was going to pick us up, but if you have no bearings, then you don&#8217;t know if you&#8217;re 50 miles way or 150 miles away. Well, as you know, we lost one of the two copies of the map back at the treacherous baby rapid, but what you don&#8217;t know is that days later I tried to toss the map to Ben in the other boat when he wasn&#8217;t looking and it sank to the bottom like a rock. It turns out they don&#8217;t make rafting maps out of something that floats. &#8220;WORST&#8230;.THROW&#8230;..EVERRRR!!!&#8221; were the exact words that came out of Heath&#8217;s mouth. At first there were some nervous laughs, I know at one point John said something simple like &#8220;why would you do that?&#8221;, and then everyone had a nice chance for some inner dialog slash freaking out. To be honest, it takes a few minutes to realize what a big deal it is not to have a map, so everyone was cool at first, but you could see people&#8217;s gears turning and slowly realizing how this would change the trip. &#8220;Well, no more cheating I guess.&#8221;]]></description>
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