Six years ago was the first day of my 10-week wilderness trek. The start of walking alone nearly 500 miles through the Sierra mountain range, carrying everything I needed on my back. It remains one of the most thrilling, grueling, and rewarding experiences of my life. I had 1 bowl and 1 spoon, a couple changes of clothes, no soap, no shower, no keys, no inbox for the entire summer. I formed a deep relationship with mountains and rivers, and as importantly, with my self. I became familiar with my own inner terrain.

It is a life-long lesson and reminder to start that grand adventure, whether thatโ€™s external or internal, or that big project or new direction your voices within have been whispering (or shouting!) about. For me, itโ€™s the things we donโ€™t do that we end up regretting.

From my journal entry, May 2013: “At last I depart for the grand adventure. I love that feeling of getting on a train for a new chapter, the motion, the unknown, the novel sites and smells, the anticipation of adventure. Life.

At 10,000 ft. Iโ€™m sitting on a marbled granite boulder atop a ridge separating three emerald lakes. All I hear is water flowing and trickling and birds chirping. Marmots play in the distance. It is Hot & sunny, yet snow rests on either side. On bouldering as a metaphor: sometimes your path is blocked…you only have to move over a little bit for a clear path through to appear. Sometimes the way up is the way down, and vice versa.”

(Real photo from the trip!)

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