It had nothing to do with gear or footwear or the backpacking fads or philosophies of any particular era or even with getting from point A to point B.

It had to do with how it felt to be in the wild. With what it was like to walk for miles with no reason other than to witness the accumulation of trees and meadows, mountains and deserts, streams and rocks, rivers and grasses, sunrises and sunsets. The experience was powerful and fundamental. It seemed to me that it had always felt like this to be a human in the wild, and as long as the wild existed it would always feel this way.


8 Comments Add yours

  1. dweezer19 says:

    It is a freeing experience.


  2. Anabel Marsh says:

    Good sentiments! Thanks for visiting the Glasgow Gallivanter.


  3. Su Leslie says:

    Thanks for following ZimmerBitch and introducing me to your blog 🙂


  4. spearfruit says:

    Very nice to meet you. Thank you for following my blog, I will certainly take time to visit yours as well. I hope your day is a happy one. 🙂


    1. My pleasure.. have a happy blogging

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  5. You have captured the essence so beautifully with words!!

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    1. thank you @untraveled routs..

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  6. milliethom says:

    It’s nice to meet you and I can only agree with your sentiments regarding the feelings of exhilaration at being out in the wild. 🙂

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