Please enjoy this beautiful offering submitted by Writing the Wild reader Sarah Kotchian. Seven miles doesn’t sound faruntil it’s uphill to 10,000 feetwith a pack;I’m not as youngas when I climbed here last.This could be the last time;we never know.I didn’t used to think this wayabout last times, about next yearbut now I do, after …
Playgrounds and Treasure Pockets
I hesitate to write here with authentic claims about the wild world, when the wildest I usually get is the playground down the street. But we're here again today, back on home ground, my little daughter smiling up at me in her pumpkin hat, celestial jacket, and duck boots (how she loves those boots!) as …
A DREAM FULFILLED (Almost)*
"Adventure is worthwhile in itself." Amelia Earhart Diane has a dream. Her dream is to travel the length of the Yellowstone River. We have climbed Younts Peak, visiting the headwaters of the Yellowstone. We have kayaked Yellowstone Lake—Diane has kayaked the entire circumference while I’ve done most of it. And now, we have kayaked the …
Woods-Walking on Two and Four Legs
I'd been feeling those last-day-of-vacation blues, at the end of a glorious trip home: a week of tent sleeping and garden picking, of gramma and grandpa (mom and dad) and their culinary tricks, of lakeside sand castles and car adventures---all soul-manna for this begrudging city kid and her kid. But we were set to leave …
Midsummer in Van Cortlandt Forest
If there's something I'd like to believe, and also to teach all our daughters, it's that you have got to love your home country. Yearn for others at will, lament your distance from past lovers (aspen and mountains), identify yourself more closely with life-chapters past. Fine. Still, get out there on your own backyard trails. Learn …
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