Last weekend, I did something I didn’t really think I could do. I carried my possessions on my back and hiked 5.5 miles through the wilderness, slept in the frigid cold… and then hiked back the next day. And I didn’t die. I didn’t even see a mountain lion. Here’s how it all went down.
Is four years of dreaming enough to prepare me for my first backpacking trip? It’s time to face my fear and answer the wilderness call. Or else I might just lose my every loving mind.