What I learned from my first wild camp is priceless. It’s more than experiencing the wilderness or understanding in pitching a tent to live outside, roughin’ it. It is more.
I was confused until my mom used the word ‘honey,’ not in the good way the nickname ‘honey’ can be used. This was the down South, bless-your-heart type of ‘honey’ . . . and I knew then I had seriously let my mother down.
Lots of multiple sclerosis updates here including how I like my new neurologist, steroid treatments, my amusing and highly drugged MRI visit, and which medication I decided . . .
I guess what I’m saying is for the first time since being diagnosed, I really want to know the answer to one question: Why?
This hike was the opposite of my last — Opposite in every way opposite can be. But that equaled calmness, exactly what I wanted right now. Plus, it had two vistas, an awesome shelter location, and even a plane crash site.