I imagined the news headlines: Woman Found Dead in Denver Apartment, Stuck Halfway Out of Her Sports Bra.
I wish I could say that since then I’ve learned how to relax, that I’ve graduated from feeling afraid when I’m sleeping outside by myself, but that would be a lie.
We cannot, it seems, accept a woman who is badass and also attractive. Women in our culture must choose one or the other.
Our footprints traipsing up to the dreamy bivy site would crush that delicate crust, the vital living ground cover that supports countless parts of the desert ecosystem that we’d come to enjoy.
Suddenly we weren’t young professionals—or even responsible adults—anymore. We were kids. Sneaking off alone in the woods on our bikes. Running away from home for a Tuesday night.
This was not what I’d envisioned when I started freelancing and working from home. Where were the midday climbing breaks? The perfect work-life balance?
It seems we humans need wild places and wide, open spaces to get back in touch with what makes us tick.