Uploaded November 2025 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago
I try to plan both the trip and the video before going camping. But inevitably, there always ends up being a more compelling story that I find in the edit. That’s just the nature of documentary, run-and-gun style content creation. No matter how much planning you do, you don’t know exactly what you’re going to experience, and sometimes you just have to follow your gut.
This particular sequence is a perfect example of that. Nowhere in my mind before this trip was I thinking about drawing parallels between religious practices and tailgate cooking. Reading that sentence makes me laugh because it’s just so absurd. And yet, it made sense for that moment. Standing there under the awning in the rain, prepping a meal and then sitting around a communal campfire to share stories, sure felt a lot like church to me.
My relationship with religion and faith is complicated. It’s something I can’t fully accept but also can’t fully let go of. It seems like everyone around me is either searching for answers or believes they’ve found them. I don’t feel like I’m in either of those camps. I think there’s more going on, but for now, I’m OK letting it remain the mystery that it is.
We’re all evolving. Where I am today is not where I was ten years ago. Hopefully, where I am ten years from now isn’t where I am today. To stop progressing is to stop breathing.
I try to plan both the trip and the video before going camping. But inevitably, there always ends up being a more compelling story that I find in the edit. That’s just the nature of documentary, run-and-gun style content creation. No matter how much planning you do, you don’t know exactly what you’re going to experience, and sometimes you just have to follow your gut.
This particular sequence is a perfect example of that. Nowhere in my mind before this trip was I thinking about drawing parallels between religious practices and tailgate cooking. Reading that sentence makes me laugh because it’s just so absurd. And yet, it made sense for that moment. Standing there under the awning in the rain, prepping a meal and then sitting around a communal campfire to share stories, sure felt a lot like church to me.
My relationship with religion and faith is complicated. It’s something I can’t fully accept but also can’t fully let go of. It seems like everyone around me is either searching for answers or believes they’ve found them. I don’t feel like I’m in either of those camps. I think there’s more going on, but for now, I’m OK letting it remain the mystery that it is.
We’re all evolving. Where I am today is not where I was ten years ago. Hopefully, where I am ten years from now isn’t where I am today. To stop progressing is to stop breathing.
