Winging it on the Sunshine Coast Trail
I furiously slung my poles on the ground and unshouldered my bag. It flopped dejectedly. Cold mist steamed up my glasses as I sat and cried bitterly on an uncomfortable,…
I furiously slung my poles on the ground and unshouldered my bag. It flopped dejectedly. Cold mist steamed up my glasses as I sat and cried bitterly on an uncomfortable,…
From the passionate essays I have read I am led to believe that there are people who find pure, blissful enjoyment from backpacking and wilderness camping. I don’t get it. I never…
Before 19-year-old Miranda Leconte asked the U.S. Forest Service for a job, she didn’t know the difference between wilderness with a little “w” and Wilderness with a big “W.” Three…