I grew up in a family of travelers, which in part was due to my dad being in the military. My early childhood is sprinkled with memories of Europe, where we lived for a time, and the trips we took to surrounding countries. When we relocated stateside the scenery changed from historical sites and museums to the Grand Canyon and Disneyland. My dad eventually retired from the Army, and we found our forever home here in Colorado. My earliest memories of the outdoors is when we'd get lunch, and drive to a picnic area in the mountains. I'd find the stream for my barbies to cool off then join my siblings in spitting the seeds out of a slice of juicy watermelon. It was a simple, yet meaningful time.
To be honest, I'm unsure of the catalyst for my love affair with nature to the scale it is today. I think it's invariably been there having grown in a time without electronic distractions, but this had me asking myself, "Why do I wild?". For me it's where I go to leave my troubles, to let them dissipate with every step of a trail. It's also where I feel most connected to the earth; to be among the raw beginnings not yet ruined by humanity. The quiet requires you to be present, and let's you discover yourself even if it's uncomfortable. I keep going back because each time is never the same, as neither am I.
In my travels I've discovered each person has a unique relationship with the outdoors. Their motivations for exploring are not the same, as individual experiences garner diverse perspectives. If it's one thing I love it's hearing these stories, and learning about the various paths. They are inspirational, and it would be selfish to keep them to myself. This is how the series "Why I Wild" was born. Each month will feature a new guest sharing their journey and love for the wilderness. I hope you are as inspired as I am by these true tales, and I can't wait to bring them to you.