The Moment It Hit Me
DJ Jarrin, Colorado Mesa University
Throughout all our lives we are always anticipating things. We are always planning, hoping, and preparing so when a big moment finally comes, we might find ourselves absolutely ready.
When it came to JIRP I found myself anticipating and planning unlike ever before because this journey is unlike anything I have ever done. I found myself with a huge laundry list of supplies, most of which I had never used before in my life. The excitement for the unknown, supported by the pile of mysterious equipment, heightened my anticipation for what was to come out on the icefield this summer. For the months leading up to my departure, I could only imagine how life would be out on the icefield, how would everyone get along, and, most importantly, what would we eat. Every day I could feel my anticipation intensify and my wonder grow.
The day was finally here. It was June 24th, and I was beginning the long four-hour drive from my home to the Denver International Airport with my girlfriend. Between driving and thinking about the amazing adventure that was about to take place, I couldn’t help but memorize the outline of my girlfriend’s face. I couldn’t escape the realization that while I’m out here following a dream, she will be at home bearing the emotions of an all too brief good-bye. She drove off and as I watched her disappear on the lonely airport road, a realization hit me.
This dream, the uncertainty of what lies ahead, was all real now. There was no turning back as I made my way through the airport. I felt ever so close to the wild unknown we know today as JIRP. For in a few short hours I would be landing in Juneau, Alaska, and my eight week journey would officially begin.
The wheels touched down and the brakes compressed. The hatch opened, and as I stepped off the plane, I took a moment to collect my thoughts and take in a deep breathe. I’m here, I made it, let the adventure begin.