How does one describe "extreme"?
One person's white-knuckle is another person's adrenalin rush.
In generalist terms, I've left security behind, moved out of my comfort zone, camped in the most atrocious weather which, on one occasion, meant lying awake all night wondering whether the van would get blown over, been in a cul-de-sac so remote that if anything happened then it would be a week before anyone realised...
The Cali tears up the script. My genteel "2 year plan" has become a timeless agenda of exploration that if I live to be 125 I will have no time to fulfil.
You grab the cali with both hands, or more appropriately with 4 wheels driving together on the floor whilst the hands grip on for dear life. The Cali is a dream, not a nightmare, and it is a dream that you never wish to wake up from.