Three summers running media and adventure teams at a camp in Northern California taught me the value of story. Not the big, flashy ones. The small ones. The real ones. The ones found in quiet moments, cracked hands, sore legs, and friendships built in wild places. Winters pulled me deeper into the mountains like Jackson Hole, Mount Shasta chasing storms, chasing lines, chasing whatever was next. Somewhere between the first drop-in and the last light, Zero G started to take shape.