It’s no secret that I love to travel and explore the outdoors. I’ve been fortunate to have had so many adventures over the years and to be able to share them in my writing.
But what I don’t often share are the misadventures. I’ve had my car broken into, gotten flat tires, and had a huge boulder roll onto my ankle half-way through an 8 mile hike. I’ve forgotten gear, frozen my butt off, and been scared enough to have more than one sleepless night. I’ve had days where I’ve been sick and miserable, and I have cut many trips short for that reason.
None of that really sounds too bad, all things considered. Some things even sound funny in retrospect. For instance, on one road trip into the middle of nowhere I brought a bunch of canned goods to eat and no can-opener! On another trip (long, long ago), I ran out of money and subsisted on a box of pop tarts.
I guess things could have been much worse. Even with caution and common sense, things can happen. I’ve never had any major mishaps or injuries, and I consider myself lucky.
So, why am I bringing this up? I guess I just wanted to be real. It’s not all sunshine and roses, and it can be hard to talk about the difficult stuff. Like anyone, I can feel alone with life’s challenges. However, that is actually kind of funny considering that I love to be alone! But we are all complex individuals living in a complex world. Wouldn’t it be better to embrace all of life rather than just part of it?