Nez de Jobourg (Basse-Normandie) 🌬️🌊
Sunrise sends among the aspens.
Just a gal, her crash pads, and her project.
Little Cottonwood Canyon,
October 22, 2020
Uncertain as I was I pushed forward, I felt right in my pushing, as if the effort itself meant something. That perhaps being amidst the undesecrated beauty of the wilderness meant I too could be undesecrated, regardless of what I’d lost or what had been taken from me, regardless of the regrettable things I’d done to others or myself, or the regrettable things that had been done to me. Of all the things I’d been skeptical about, I didn’t feel skeptical about this: the wilderness had a clarity that included me.
—Cheryl Strayed, Wild