As the kayak sliced through the icy mountain stream, Marco let out a laugh that echoed off the canyon walls. This wasn’t the kind of river you eased into—it demanded your full attention, your full heart. The rocks loomed like giants, and the current swirled beneath him, but he wouldn’t trade it for still waters. Adventure, he’d decided long ago, wasn’t about comfort—it was about momentum, about trusting yourself in the wild unknown. And in this moment, drenched in sun and spray, he felt alive in the truest sense—grinning at the chaos and paddling straight into it.