This is probably the best book I’ve ever been gifted, and maybe the ONLY nonfiction book I haven’t hesitated to give 5 stars to. I don’t give 5 stars out easily. I have standards.
I was an outdoorsy kid. By the time I started high school, I had been to a different national park at least once a year on average, and had become a Junior Ranger in almost all of the ones I visited (if they had a Junior Ranger program). I went for regular hikes. I loved getting out of the city and into nature. I dreamed of throwing the barest of essentials into a pack and taking off across the untamed wilderness (I idealized the notion to no end).
Since climbing Mt Shasta at 21, the outdoorsy part of my life has slowly faded away. I’ve been trying to rekindle it over the last few years, mostly with short outings and day hikes; nothing close to a multi-day trek away from the comforts of home. That hasn’t stopped me dreaming about it though.
This book gave me a craving for getting outside like I haven’t had in years. And not because it paints the experience in some grandiose light, but because the advice here is practical, welcoming, blunt, and encouraging. Starting down my 30s, I feel like Diana imparts this book to other aspirational hikers as One Of Us, someone who understands why we want to go, why we must go. Why we sometimes cry looking at the mountains, and why we also hesitate to fling ourselves into them. She doesn’t pretend there’s nothing awkward or risky about venturing into nature, but from cover to cover, the feeling she imparts is that I can really, tangibly, this year, go out and actually do it.