Timeline

[cs_content][cs_section parallax=”false” style=”margin: 0px;padding: 45px 0px;”][cs_row inner_container=”true” marginless_columns=”false” style=”margin: 0px auto;padding: 0px;”][cs_column fade=”false” fade_animation=”in” fade_animation_offset=”45px” fade_duration=”750″ type=”1/1″ style=”padding: 0px 20px;”][x_custom_headline level=”h2″ looks_like=”h2″ accent=”true”]Looking Back[/x_custom_headline][cs_text class=”cs-ta-center”]An Incomplete List of Important Life-Shaping Moments[/cs_text][x_gap size=”50px”][x_feature_list][x_feature_box title=”Forever Learning & The In-Between | 2017″ title_color=”” text_color=”” graphic=”image” graphic_size=”140px” graphic_shape=”circle” graphic_color=”#ffffff” graphic_bg_color=”#2ecc71″ align_h=”left” align_v=”top” side_graphic_spacing=”30px” max_width=”none” child=”true” connector_width=”1px” connector_style=”dashed” connector_color=”#272727″ graphic_image=”https://mallorypaige.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/IMG_2464-e1491532105126.jpg”]And here we are. Today, this moment. I’m currently in a learning phase. Wrapping up past projects (the Moto Dog book & short film) and preparing for the next adventure. More details coming soon![/x_feature_box][x_feature_box title=”Max, Spirit & A Brutiful World” title_color=”” text_color=”” graphic=”image” graphic_size=”140px” graphic_shape=”circle” graphic_color=”#ffffff” graphic_bg_color=”#2ecc71″ align_h=”left” align_v=”top” side_graphic_spacing=”30px” max_width=”none” child=”true” connector_width=”1px” connector_style=”dashed” connector_color=”#272727″ graphic_image=”https://mallorypaige.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/IMG_1815-e1485534524741.jpg”]Shortly after Baylor passed my dear friends, Jason & Chelsey, experienced a true life change. Expecting twin boys, they welcomed darling Max into the world, and simultaneously grieved the loss of his brother, Spirit B. They have taught me so much over the years and continue to do so as they look for a way in during this beauiful, brutal, brutifal time. [/x_feature_box][x_feature_box title=”RIP in Baylor the Dog | January 2017″ title_color=”” text_color=”” graphic=”image” graphic_size=”140px” graphic_shape=”circle” graphic_color=”#ffffff” graphic_bg_color=”#2ecc71″ align_h=”left” align_v=”top” side_graphic_spacing=”30px” max_width=”none” child=”true” connector_width=”1px” connector_style=”dashed” connector_color=”#272727″ graphic_image=”https://mallorypaige.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/baydog-e1484687362183.jpg”]More than just a pet, he was my friend. A loyal, loving companion in every way. A trusted confidant and willing adventure buddy. A most excellent pillow and downright hilarious explorer. An endlessly wise teacher and inspiring moto dog extraordinaire. My family, my friend, my fur baby, my bestie forever and always. RIP Baylor the Dog. [/x_feature_box][x_feature_box title=”Life Off the Road” title_color=”” text_color=”” graphic=”image” graphic_size=”140px” graphic_shape=”circle” graphic_color=”#ffffff” graphic_bg_color=”#2ecc71″ align_h=”left” align_v=”top” side_graphic_spacing=”30px” max_width=”none” child=”true” connector_width=”1px” connector_style=”dashed” connector_color=”#272727″ graphic_image=”https://mallorypaige.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/IMG_7972.jpg”]Sometimes the hardest part is knowing when to stop; realizing when you’re being swept awya and when you need to reevaluate based on the big picture goals. For me this meant, realizing it was time to take a break from the road. It was The End of Beginning. [/x_feature_box][x_feature_box title=”Operation Moto Dog | 2015-2016″ title_color=”” text_color=”” graphic=”image” graphic_size=”140px” graphic_shape=”circle” graphic_color=”#ffffff” graphic_bg_color=”#2ecc71″ align_h=”left” align_v=”top” side_graphic_spacing=”30px” max_width=”none” child=”true” connector_width=”1px” connector_style=”dashed” connector_color=”#272727″ graphic_image=”https://mallorypaige.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/IMG_0600-e1452137627161.jpg”]For more than a year, Baylor the Dog and I traveled and camped our way across North America. What started as a simple road trip to Alaska quickly morphed into a life-changing mission. Read all the OMD posts here.[/x_feature_box][x_feature_box title=”2 Wheeled Ecuador | Late 2014″ title_color=”” text_color=”” graphic=”image” graphic_size=”140px” graphic_shape=”circle” graphic_color=”#ffffff” graphic_bg_color=”#2ecc71″ align_h=”left” align_v=”top” side_graphic_spacing=”30px” max_width=”none” child=”true” connector_width=”1px” connector_style=”dashed” connector_color=”#272727″ graphic_image=”https://mallorypaige.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/P1080291.jpg”]In Ecuador for work (media coverage of Team YogaSlackers competing in the Adventure Race World Championship), I made friends with motorcyclists and convinced them to let me ride along. Bumping down back roads, weaving through traffic, taking in the sights and smells, I had an epihany – I needed to head back to the USA, pack up Baylor and hit the road for a motorcyle adventure. [/x_feature_box][x_feature_box title=”Solo Overseas Travel | 2014″ title_color=”” text_color=”” graphic=”image” graphic_size=”140px” graphic_shape=”circle” graphic_color=”#ffffff” graphic_bg_color=”#2ecc71″ align_h=”left” align_v=”top” side_graphic_spacing=”30px” max_width=”none” child=”true” connector_width=”1px” connector_style=”dashed” connector_color=”#272727″ graphic_image=”https://mallorypaige.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/IMG_3005-1.jpg”]My first time traveling to the a foreign land. Three countries. Countless mistakes. One airport detention. More stories to coming soon. [/x_feature_box][x_feature_box title=”Highlining & The Gift of Fear” title_color=”” text_color=”” graphic=”image” graphic_size=”140px” graphic_shape=”circle” graphic_color=”#ffffff” graphic_bg_color=”#2ecc71″ align_h=”left” align_v=”top” side_graphic_spacing=”30px” max_width=”none” child=”true” connector_width=”1px” connector_style=”dashed” connector_color=”#272727″ graphic_image=”https://mallorypaige.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/IMG_6844.jpg”]”For the first couple months I did not walk. I stood and fell. Whipped dramatically. Climbed the leash. Sat on the line exhausted from the effort. Stood and fell. Learned to catch. Scooted back to the edge. Took a breather. Attempted to calm my racing heart. Did it all over again. I was covered in bruises, sore and annoyed…” Read more here.[/x_feature_box][x_feature_box title=”Friend Family” title_color=”” text_color=”” graphic=”image” graphic_size=”140px” graphic_shape=”circle” graphic_color=”#ffffff” graphic_bg_color=”#2ecc71″ align_h=”left” align_v=”top” side_graphic_spacing=”30px” max_width=”none” child=”true” connector_width=”1px” connector_style=”dashed” connector_color=”#272727″ graphic_image=”https://mallorypaige.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/10805609_10152495770137043_4716922023998842321_n-1.jpg”]The community I found in Oregon changed my life forever. Thank you to each of you. You’ve shown me what it is to love unconditionally, embrace your crazy and come together through good times and bad. I love you so very much.[/x_feature_box][x_feature_box title=”Tiny Home Adventures | Late 2013″ title_color=”” text_color=”” graphic=”image” graphic_size=”140px” graphic_shape=”circle” graphic_color=”#ffffff” graphic_bg_color=”#2ecc71″ align_h=”left” align_v=”top” side_graphic_spacing=”30px” max_width=”none” child=”true” connector_width=”1px” connector_style=”dashed” connector_color=”#272727″ graphic_image=”https://mallorypaige.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/IMG_1596.jpg”]Having been an early fan of tiny homes while living in Seattle, I jumped at the opportunity to live the tiny home life. An adventure I’ll write more about someday. [/x_feature_box][x_feature_box title=”You Can Have It All, Just Usually Not All at Once” title_color=”” text_color=”” graphic=”image” graphic_size=”140px” graphic_shape=”circle” graphic_color=”#ffffff” graphic_bg_color=”#2ecc71″ align_h=”left” align_v=”top” side_graphic_spacing=”30px” max_width=”none” child=”true” connector_width=”1px” connector_style=”dashed” connector_color=”#272727″ graphic_image=”https://mallorypaige.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/IMG_3001-1.jpg”]People often ask how the life I live is possible. “Sure a van and travel and a motorcycle are nice, but what about real life? I have to work, eat, buy stuff – what about that?” And to this I say, “It’s all about the trade offs. You can have it all. Just Not All at Once. [/x_feature_box][x_feature_box title=”Van Life | 2013″ title_color=”” text_color=”” graphic=”image” graphic_size=”140px” graphic_shape=”circle” graphic_color=”#ffffff” graphic_bg_color=”#2ecc71″ align_h=”left” align_v=”top” side_graphic_spacing=”30px” max_width=”none” child=”true” connector_width=”1px” connector_style=”dashed” connector_color=”#272727″ graphic_image=”https://mallorypaige.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/IMG_1788-e1431562067788.jpg”]I sold all my belongings, traded in my Prius for a 1973 VW Van, loaded up Baylor and hit the road. Along the way I healed a broken heart, made life-long friends, and, most importantly, learned I am capable of doing hard, scary, unknown things.[/x_feature_box][x_feature_box title=”The Gift of Heartbreak” title_color=”” text_color=”” graphic=”image” graphic_size=”140px” graphic_shape=”circle” graphic_color=”#ffffff” graphic_bg_color=”#2ecc71″ align_h=”left” align_v=”top” side_graphic_spacing=”30px” max_width=”none” child=”true” connector_width=”1px” connector_style=”dashed” connector_color=”#272727″ graphic_image=”https://mallorypaige.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/IMG_6128.jpg”]This was the moment I truly learned that there exists an opportunity behind every obstacle. Having a relationship suddenly end after more than a decade together left me reeling. Through the tears and pain I learned an invaluable lesson – There is beauty in the heartbreak. [/x_feature_box][x_feature_box title=”A Handmade Revolution | 2011-2012″ title_color=”” text_color=”” graphic=”image” graphic_size=”140px” graphic_shape=”circle” graphic_color=”#ffffff” graphic_bg_color=”#2ecc71″ align_h=”left” align_v=”top” side_graphic_spacing=”30px” max_width=”none” child=”true” connector_width=”1px” connector_style=”dashed” connector_color=”#272727″ graphic_image=”https://mallorypaige.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/IMG_2014.jpg”]I wouldn’t have thought a knitting class could change my life, but it did. Having written myself off as “unartistic” and “uncreative” being able to make something by hand left me energized and stoked on life. From this passion I created a successful DIY website attracting tens of thousands of makers each month. [/x_feature_box][x_feature_box title=”Trying to Fit in the Box | Early 2000's” title_color=”” text_color=”” graphic=”image” graphic_size=”140px” graphic_shape=”circle” graphic_color=”#ffffff” graphic_bg_color=”#2ecc71″ align_h=”left” align_v=”top” side_graphic_spacing=”30px” max_width=”none” child=”true” connector_width=”1px” connector_style=”dashed” connector_color=”#272727″ graphic_image=”https://mallorypaige.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/IMG_7351.jpg”]I spent years doing all the things you’re supposed to. Went to university, got a degree, filled a house with stuff, tested out various corporate ladders. I though it would make me happy, until I realized I needed to forge my own path. It was (and still is!) scary and exilerating to think of leaving “normal” behind. In the end, though, it was the best decision I ever made.[/x_feature_box][x_feature_box title=”A Best Friend. Meeting Baylor the Dog | 2005″ title_color=”” text_color=”” graphic=”image” graphic_size=”140px” graphic_shape=”circle” graphic_color=”#ffffff” graphic_bg_color=”#2ecc71″ align_h=”left” align_v=”top” side_graphic_spacing=”30px” max_width=”none” child=”true” connector_width=”1px” connector_style=”dashed” connector_color=”#272727″ graphic_image=”https://mallorypaige.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/image0000008A-e1484687617525.jpg”]I brought Baylor home during my sophomore year of college. A tiny, 9 week-old fluffball, he won my heart immediately and forever changed my life. I wrote more about my adventure sidekick here. [/x_feature_box][x_feature_box title=”The Foundation | 80's, 90's & beyond” title_color=”” text_color=”” graphic=”image” graphic_size=”140px” graphic_shape=”circle” graphic_color=”#ffffff” graphic_bg_color=”#2ecc71″ align_h=”left” align_v=”top” side_graphic_spacing=”30px” max_width=”none” child=”true” connector_width=”1px” connector_style=”dashed” connector_color=”#272727″ graphic_image=”https://mallorypaige.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/00031_p_r11agrb6e5u0031.jpg”]I am who I am today because of the countless inspriing people in my life, none more imporant than my family. This solid upbringing allowed me to grow, push boundaries and try new things, knowing that even if I failed my family was there for me. Perhaps most importantly, they’ve shown me the power of legacy. [/x_feature_box][x_feature_box title=”Born a Nomadic Homebody | 1984″ title_color=”” text_color=”” graphic=”image” graphic_size=”140px” graphic_shape=”circle” graphic_color=”#ffffff” graphic_bg_color=”#2ecc71″ align_h=”left” align_v=”top” side_graphic_spacing=”30px” max_width=”none” child=”true” connector_width=”1px” connector_style=”dashed” connector_color=”#272727″ graphic_image=”https://mallorypaige.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/00014_p_r11agrb6e5u0014.jpg”]I was born happy & healthy to some seriously awesome parents and a doting older sister. Just a week after my arrival in sunny Arizona we boarded a plane and headed for Colorado. This dual-love of home and travel has stuck with me ever since. [/x_feature_box][/x_feature_list][/cs_column][/cs_row][/cs_section][/cs_content]