July 21, 2016
When I was six years old, my parents and my brother and I walked around Mount Rainier—93 miles in 12 days, and my parents tell me that I was the one who would not give up. When it came to a family vote: give up or go on, they say I stomped my tiny feet and said, "I'm going to walk around this mountain by myself if I have to!"
I went back to put my feet on that same trail, twenty years later. I wanted to remember what it felt like.
How did I know I could do it?
I climbed until I was ankle-deep in snow; until my ears burned and my hands turned red. I climbed until the clouds rolled in and I couldn't see.