Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren’t a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.
–Cheryl Strayed, Wild, From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren’t a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.
–Cheryl Strayed, Wild, From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
I put her burnt bones into my mouth and swallowed them whole.
–Cheryl Strayed, Wild, From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
As omnipresent as the snow was, I also sensed its waning, melting imperceptibly by the minute all around me. It seemed as alive in its dying as a hive of bees was in its life.
–Cheryl Strayed, Wild, From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
I simply couldn’t hold the formulas and numbers in my head. It was a logic that made little sense to me. In my perception, the world wasn’t a graph or formula or an equation. It was a story.
–Cheryl Strayed, Wild, From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
At foot speed, the Sierra Nevada seemed just barely surmountable. I could always take another step. It was only when I rounded a bend and glimpsed the white peaks ahead that I doubted my abilities, only when I thought how far I had yet to go that I lost faith that I would get there.
–Cheryl Strayed, Wild, From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail