The outdoors have always been a place of love that transcends trauma. To this day, the backcountry is my holy-land, a place of worship. Dissecting why though, why it is that in nature my soul feels more calm than the feeling of laying next to your partner post-coitus. That dissection needs attention. The inner child, my true self, needs attention, and that is the purpose for this blog.
Currently in therapy and starting medication, the realization of needing to tell my story has arrived. This self-supported journey no longer needs to be such. It will be communal. It will be here.
As a child I went to the back yard. In adolescence, I ran to the creek outside of my grandmothers house. As a teenager, I hiked Phoenician mountains with my late brother, Lucas. In college, I biked from Northern Arizona University to the woods in search of intangible goals. As a young adult, I backpacked with friends through snow capped mountains and deep into slot canyons. As an adult with PTSD, I saunter to the backcountry in search of nostalgia and inspiration to live. Through this journey, a goal created: to get to the top of Mount Denali and grieve.
On the 4th of January, 2024, I arrived to the Pacific Northwest. It has been calling me since I first visited in 2018. The Seattle area was the destination in mind and somehow, serendipity brought me to North Bend.
More to come…..
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