“I’d come to know that anything would happen, and everything did,” retorts Cheryl Strayed within the beginning page of her memoir Wild. After the loss of her mother, Cheryl spirals into a world of drugs, promiscuous behavior, and separation from her husband. With no experience or training, she sets off to hike the thousand mile Pacific Crest Trail to ultimately forge a new path and to heal the pains of life’s wounds.
“The thing about hiking the Pacific Crest Trails, the thing that was so profound to me that summer, was how few choices I had and how often I had to do the thing I least wanted to do. Here there was no escape or denial. No numbing it down with a martini or covering it up with a roll in the hay.”