I went backpacking a few weeks ago with a group of friends. We were in a remarkable place, the Cirque of the Towers in Wyoming’s southern Wind River Range. By the end of the weekend, we’d accomplished everything you could hope for on a weekend backpacking trip: popping our eyes out at deep blue lakes and steep ridges, not getting blown over by 60-mile-an-hour winds, and encountering wildlife (a train of pack llamas).
Despite all these amazing things, as we hiked out I started to feel unsettled. Continue reading