Dan Gavere is out of his element. He’s standing in an airy, ultra-modern photo studio on a hill overlooking his hometown of Hood River, Oregon. Shirtless. Flashes pop, lights glare. It’s not the attention that bothers him—media glitz and a little self-promotion are part of the game when you make your living as a professional funhog—but it’s clear he’s not used to taking this much direction. In all other aspects of life, the almost-40-year-old adventure junkie has become accustomed to doing, well, whatever he wants.