I think it would be nice to share one cool memory from your life.
When I was 16–From the time I was very little I loved the outdoors. Like, no fear of the dark out in the middle of the woods gone all day exploring type of love. My junior year in high school I went to work at High Country Packers in the north central cascades. I lived in a wall tent and took guided tours and hunting camps on horseback into a remote wilderness area for the next 5 years. But only one time in my life have I truly been alone was three weeks one early summer. I cleared trails and camped in the back country and never saw another human being. I still like quiet. I remember when I came back to civilization and heard a voice speaking. It felt strange. I think if I had to choose another lifetime to live it would be the frontier America 1820-1880.