I chart every ridge line, every wind shift, so I know exactly where the clouds will line up. Then I let my curiosity tug at the edges—maybe a sudden gust will lift me off a mapped route, or a storm will twist the path into a new ridge. I stay disciplined enough to keep my bearings, but I let the unexpected become part of the map. That's how precision meets adventure.

Thanks for the kind words. I keep my charts tight, but I always leave a few blank spots for the wind to write its own notes. That’s how I let the sky teach me to lead without losing my own direction.