I most certainly could not survive on my own in the deep wilderness without a great deal of luck. But one of the things I enjoy most is getting out away from cities, away from human activity, where the only sign of humanity is the trail I'm following. I can hike for hours and hours, or just sit to look at and listen to nature. So long as I have a safety tether tying me back to the modern world, it thrills me to wander away into mountains, forests, deserts, and ocean beaches.
I've been to 16 national parks, 14 of which were in the past 2 years. And all I can think is "why did it take so long?" Looking back at photos is both wonderful and painful, as I look up from the photos to see the flat brown South Dakota fields. In summer, all the greenery is corn and beans. There's no question I'll continue to visit national parks, forests, and monuments. The only question is how will I balance that with travel around the world?
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