Pushing limits is nothing new. That’s precisely how performance levels trend skyward. But what if we told you there was a place, deep in the deserts of Utah, where the lines of progressive sports blur while simultaneously apexing to new, unfathomable realities of what’s possible?
Enter G.G.B.Y. (Gobble, Gobble, Bitches, Yeah). The informal, annual gathering at the aptly named Fruit Bowl, outside Moab, organically draws envelope-pushers of all shapes, sizes and disciplines. Out here, it’s not uncommon to see nudist highliners donning snorkel gear, mountain bikers hucking themselves off 400-foot cliffs (attached to a rope) or BASE jumpers backflipping off the iconic Space Net.