When hiking, rock climbing, and mountaineering are depicted in pop culture, the emphasis is usually on empowerment, on accomplishing something and feeling good about it. As I’ve said before, one of my favorite things about being around mountains is getting a sense of how very human-sized I am in a
It became apparent that I was among kindred spirits — people who could understand my having five addresses in eight months, people who admire the latest outdoor gear and are roughly the age of their cars — when the first day of our course began with introductions, which included the place we each “receive mail.”
I think I may have found a new outdoor athletic passion. On the registration form for Orienteering Louisville‘s Return of the Otter meet, there should have been a disclaimer warning about addiction. A few months ago, I had no idea that orienteering was a sport. I was still planting trees
It was these recollections that brought hot tears to my eyes as I neared the wooden sign atop Katahdin, tears that I quickly wiped away for fear they’d freeze—until they came too quickly that my efforts were pointless. I took the summit photo of another Appalachian Trail thru-hiker, whose trail name was Not Worthy. My sentiments exactly.