I left on a journey. A self-seeking journey to a mountaintop far above. On the journey, I put my blind trust on something other than intuition, and I became lost. So lost. Instead of climbing higher and higher, I sank down into the ravines of fog and chill. “This can’t be right.” I nervously exclaimed.Continue reading “A Self-Seeking Journey Gone Rouge”
Two backpackers met for coffee to discuss their next backcountry excursion. One backpacker was a father. A blue backpack rested by his dusty hiking boots. The other backpacker was a daughter. Her red backpack was bulging with gear. Father laid his map on the table between their mugs and directed their route to the topContinue reading “Canyon of Compromise: A Parable”
We had been paddling all day. I sat in the front of the canoe, slick with sweat from exerting myself beneath the Florida sun. I was hot and tired, and where is a lady to use the bathroom while paddling in a canoe for hours around the thousand island region of Everglades National Park? I couldContinue reading “Life: Who’s Got the Map?”
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?
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?”
The night before, I felt as though I was suffocating beneath a thick blanket of Northern Australian atmosphere. Sweat pooled without conviction beneath my corpse-still body, and moisture was so thick in my lungs, I thought black mold might be the ultimate cause of my suffocation.