Don’t forget the 17-year-old Hispanic girl who came to the coast having given birth to a daughter less than one month prior. She had come to the coast with her school class to participate in an outdoor education program for a week during which she would help mentor and teach hoards of obnoxious wild 6th-graders.Continue reading “Mothers”
Last week, our world leaders met in Paris, France in order to attend the 2015 United Nations Climate Change Conference to discuss our world, our environment, and our goals for the future. Our World. Our Environment. Our Goals.
“It’s Thanksgiving morning, we’re stuck in the woods, and you’re making us hike!?” “It will be worth it! I promise.” I replied, hoisting my day-pack over my shoulders. The group of adolescent guys converged at the trailhead to wait for the day’s venture. Their boots were worn. There was ash tarnishing the fabric of their jacketsContinue reading “A Lesson in Gratitude”
Once there was a tree. Well, multiple trees. The trees around my childhood home were alive in a sense of mysticism and imagination. They each displayed a personality and a sense of responsibility.
The mountain is small, comparatively speaking, but it’s weather patterns rival those of the harshest in the world making it one of the United States’ most dangerous mountains. I was aware of this and many other facts about Mount Washington in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. I was aware that in 1934, the weather stationContinue reading “When the Mountain is in Control”
My hands were red and raw. I had chosen to discard the heavy work gloves an hour ago. The autumn day was brisk, but the sun was full and heavy on our shoulders as we worked. I looked back across the freshly raked field.
You are hiking. With each step, your boots crunch over a layer of freshly fallen leaves strewn about the forest. The leaves are orange, yellow, and red, and they shine in the sunlight all around you. The autumn air is brisk and clean.
There is one solitary canoe upon the lake’s open waters. There is one solitary young man within that canoe upon the lake’s open waters. He paddles alone steadily cutting through the water. Why is he alone?
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Let me paint you a picture of wilderness therapy. We are sitting in the forest along a mountain trail. The sun is high in the sky, casting golden beams through the green foliage. Within one of those beams sits a young man of 16 years. He sits by himself atop his backpack, boots placed firmlyContinue reading “What is Wilderness Therapy? And Does it Work?”