The last 3 months, I have let something very important slip from my plan… the simple act of packing a rucksack, picking a bearing and setting out. Wandering is the most reliable sharpener for my curiosity and instincts… two things I battle with civilization to retain.

I took to one of Mount Shasta’s ridges, quickly realizing the joy that had been missing - that out of head experience that reminds me I exist as nature, not in a separate human world.

My lungs breathed harder than they should’ve and my legs were less sturdy than I’d like, but my body was capable, and it tossed a question back at me… “What took you so long?”