Dirty, Wild, Life - The dirty Dozen Wilderness Challenge
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Ongoing, First published Nov 13, 2017
What started out as a year long hiking challenge in Sept 2014, turned into a journey through life, loss, and learning.
AS Cameron tells his story of the Sept 2014 - Sept 2015 Dirty Dozen Wilderness challenge in which he had to hike at least 10 miles in 12 different designated wilderness areas. Through story, he tells of the types of hikes he did from simple out and back day hikes to multi-day backpack trips - what gear was used, the technical challenges along with the trials of life during a year of tragic losses and how hiking helped him survive it.
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Journey: Into The Never-ending Way

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Why does one travel from a well known neighborhood to another where the outcome of the visit is not yet understood? I could name the streets and places in my neighborhood. There was a well defined map in my head that used comfortable explanations for what to expect. Then, everything changed. I drove up the hill, parked the car in a familiar place. When I walked into the house all the furniture was the same. Yet, when I sat beside him everything I knew went away. My mind was empty, only able to engage in superficial talk. I was afraid of his cancer. I didn't know what to say or how to help. I was lost in the whole sorry business. I gave him what comfort my presence was good for and, he gracefully accepted it like a brother would. Behind the warmest smile I could draw up was a deserted beach, waves of questions washing against my feet. A great ocean met the horizon and disappeared somewhere beyond where eyes could take a mind. Where would the questions take me? Where do you start such a quest?