Do you love the wilderness?

I LOVE doing a distance trip from point A to point B. Whether it is on horseback or plane or walking, the movement and remoteness call to me.

My husband Nik (aka Hive account@paleotreats) and I did a 90 mile trek in Patagonia a few years back that I'll never forget. The "roaring 40" winds of Patagonia (named because they circle the globe without interruption at 40 degrees south latitude) coming through like a freight train, the glaciers looking like the face of God, randomly crackling and splintering off, and the soundlessness of being remote.

The latin root of the word remote is to back away from. For me, that backing away becomes an opening up.

Going remote is your body unraveling, it's like your fist unclenching and finally spreading out, a loosening of the joints, tension melting like jelly. Until you take off your day suit, and step into one of the many natural cathedrals in this world you can't relate.

Where critters skittle and live and breed and die never seeing a human eye, where nature takes its course, like the slow push of a river, and a place where lighting and storms rage and no one sees.

Until you go there, you won't understand me. It's the places where the armor is off that allows the light in and makes our spirit larger than our shell.

Need Inspiration?

Here is my favorite list of the Top 10 Hiking Trails

If you haven't read Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey and you love the wild, it's a must read.

Here is also a bad*ss Alaskan bush pilot woman.