Three years ago I was kidnapped and dragged into the poop-covered Canadian wilderness. Though I feared for my life, I reluctantly got on a canoe, drank paleolithic glacier lake protozoa and managed not to tip over and fall into its beckoning frigid freshmint depths. No wilderness adventure would be complete without gullibly allowing a bearded yeti to convince me to lick ‘maple syrup’ (aka gross sap) from a tree.
Little did I know that the glacial protozoa I ingested back then would attach themselves to every fiber of my being and establish such a drive to return to their motherland that it brainwashed a sensible city girl like me to think I could go into the wild, climb mountains and handle bear spray on my own.
But the greatest thing I gained from going into the wild is the amazing friendships that would evolve from that wilderness adventure…