During that time, each day was an eternity.
But she only lived 49 days after her diagnosis. Her mother was diagnosed with cancer and told she had a year to live.
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.” The experience was powerful and fundamental. With what it was like to walk for miles for no reason other than to witness the accumulation of trees and meadows, mountains and deserts, streams and rocks, rivers and grasses, sunrises and sunsets. What mattered was utterly timeless: “It had only to do with how it felt to be in the wild. I lay in the water as long as I could without breathing, alone in a strange new land, while the actual world all around me hummed on.” I was three weeks into my hike, but everything in me felt altered. “I thought it would help me find my center, to come out here.” In a way that made the other hardest things the tiniest bit less hard.”
“But hiking the PCT was hard in a different way. “But the truth was, at least so far, I was consumed only with my most immediate and physical suffering.” “I’d set out to hike the trail so that I could reflect upon my life to think about everything that had broken me and make myself whole again.” Solo three-month hike on the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT) See my notes below or Amazon for details and reviews. It’s a wonderful story of letting go, finding yourself, persevering, and choosing gratitude despite it all. The book details her solo three-month hike on the Pacific Crest Trail and the painstaking miles where she was able to reflect on everything that had left her broken and begin to make herself whole again. She reflects on her own truth and struggles in a way that gives a voice to an experience that so many other people can relate to. I had high expectations and Cheryl Strayed’s memoir still blew me away. Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail by Cheryl Strayedĭate read: 2/25/23.
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