It is with a heavy heart that I lay my dear green Trees! adventure pants to rest, after they suffered an unfortunate run-in with a volcano. Though our pants fought bravely, in the end, even their rough and ready nature was no match for the x-treme force of a live volcano.
It all started one day in 2014, when I saw my friend wearing a pair of leggings. "Oh my god," I said. "Where did you get those beautiful leggings?" She told me about you, Adventure Pants, and you, Captain Robbo, and I swiftly found you and bought a pair, identical to hers. This was a little awkward every so often when we ran into each other wearing the same pants, but ultimately it was a good thing. Though my pants were dear, I knew there was nothing in the world quite like my Adventure Pants, besides other pairs of adventure pants, and I was happy.
I wore those green leggings as often as possible, and got frequent positive comments. I always told those who showed interest, where and how to buy their own pair. The more Adventure Pants in the world, the better!
One day, it came time for me to leave my home of 5 years, in Melbourne, and start the slow, lonely journey back home to my native land, in the United States of America. In between, I intended to stop in a few different countries to observe and volunteer at birth clinics, as I am studying to be a midwife.
My first stop was Bali, to work in a clinic called Rumah Sehat Madani in Denpasar. It was slow going, but eventually I pared down all my belongings, collected over 5 jam-packed years, into one little suitcase. Right at home amongst my most beloved things were - you guessed it - my green Trees! Adventure Pants.
In Bali, I developed a healthy interest in climbing volcanoes. And everyone knows that if you're climbing volcanoes, you simply must summit Mt. Rinjani, 3, 726 m of pure volcanic glory. Off I tromped, wearing - of course! my beloved pants of adventure.