One beautiful day Ryan and I were strolling down a spectacular trails when suddenly we came to a halt at the base of a tall fence, blocking out the sun, looming up before us. We couldn't see what was on the other side of the fence but we could read the sign nailed into the old crackling paint, a long list of rules and "turn back nows" and other fearful words of caution deterring further exporation.

Had we been walking that little trail at the wrong time perhaps, maybe we have listened to the sign.

But that day we didn't. Ryan and I clamored over that fucking fence, and dropped in.

You are holding our collection of thoughts and images from the other-side of the fence. We hope that these random, sparkly moments of joy, love, warmth, adventure, and discovery we encountered along our leap, will help you to always Jump the Fence.