I had every mile of my hike plotted with military precision... until a rockslide forced me onto a trail not on any map. That uncertain path wound through silent forests and ended at a crystal-clear alpine lake I never knew existed. It dawned on me that my obsession with the 'perfect' route was blinding me to the magic of discovery. Now, I deliberately sketch my journeys with room for the unknown...
Ngl, ridge trails scared me, but a funny fall made them my favorite.