I’ve recently come face to face with something about myself that I didn’t want to be true: I am not the experienced outdoorswoman I thought I was. Sure, I’ve got a decent number of stamps in my National Parks passport, I’ve tackled - and conquered - some iconic trails (such as Angels Landing, in Zion National Park), I love camping, and I’m drawn to the difficult and primitive trails when I come across them. If I could do anything for a living, it would be to explore wild places full-time; spending my days hiking, camping, writing, and making art far away from civilization sounds like perfection to me.
But I’m not an expert. I’m nowhere near as experienced as I thought I was. And I have a lot to learn.
It wasn’t some big camping fiasco or hiking disaster that brought this to my attention...Read More