Last month, I paid someone to drop my daughter and me in the middle of the mountains for eight days with no phone or map.

It was an exhilarating international adventure where we wouldn’t even know where in the world – or which mountains we’d be dropped in – until we looked at our boarding passes at the airport.

Since you’re reading this, you’ll know *spoiler alert* that we survived 😉 and the adventure was made even far more interesting with our mountain guide, who prepped us for this wild experience.

Why would we pay for an experience that many people would describe as a nightmare? What did we learn? Was it easy to make it out?

I’m revealing it all inside a bonus essay in the latest issue of my Substack newsletter, out now:

In addition to the survival adventure piece, you’ll also find stories on deepening friendships over decades and some street photography.