Traveling light. Too light.
Before I met Andrew, I’d gotten comfortable taking long day hikes solo — partly to enjoy the peace and quiet of my own experience and partly because I had a hard time finding others who were willing to hike more than 2 miles at a time (thank you German thighs). I’d head off on my own for hours, typically sending my friend Foz a “127 Hours text” saying where I was heading off to hike — a couple bread crumbs in case something went wrong. Other than that text, my preparation was extremely minimal. I’d bring my cell phone and PERHAPS a bottle of water.Continue reading “An Unintentional Solo Hike In the Dark”