The first time I faced the mystery of a large forest alone, I was 18. I had just graduated high school and I was ready for an adventure. I had driven 45 minutes to a national park which expanded over several huge mountains in southern West Virginia, creating the deepest gorge west of the Mississippi.
The air smelled fresher than before as I prepared to take a hike, alone. I clipped my safety knife to my belt, and turned toward the forest, as a dirt path that made its way under the trees and around the corner. Countless ferns lined the edges of the path, creating a brilliant green carpet. Its ceiling was an arch of darkened pines that fell gracefully down in dark green and brown bundles of needles here and there. The forest, to me, seemed full of strangely unfamiliar and beautiful possibilities.
Growing up, I had never really liked many outdoor activities. My dad wanted me to play baseball, so I did, even though I secretly loved when the phone rang to say practice had been cancelled due to rain. The outfield was a great place to notice things like overgrown dandelions and large bumblebees carrying so much pollen it looked like earwax on their tiny legs.
Needless to say, I never transformed into a sports all-star; instead, I liked things I understood better than sports and the outdoors. But I never had never been given the chance to do what I wanted to do outdoors—to walk through ferns and over rocks, discovering a small waterfall or a beautiful overlook. I had never embraced the mystery of nature or its immense struggle to be cared for.
So at 18, I stepped into the forest alone, and it was the most invigorating and empowering step I’ve ever taken, the pre-wave of a new side of me that would lead me down a path to self-discovery. Since that day, I’ve become a nature enthusiast—one who wakes up in the morning just to see the fog lift out of the valleys, who sits by the river for hours thinking about rocks, who finds the most fascinating symbol in the story of how a lichen marries its host the tree. Where is your niche? What have you found on that road to discovery? Whatever it is, always remember it is important and necessary.
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