Standing at the unmarked trail junction with my phone showing “No Service” and thick fog rolling in faster than I’d ever seen, I realized that fifteen years of hiking experience meant absolutely nothing if I hadn’t done my homework.
Mon parcours professionnel, loin d’être linéaire, est marqué par une reconversion radicale qui m’a mené des études de gestion environnementale au développement informatique. Né à la Réunion, j’ai longtemps ressenti le poids de l’éloignement géographique et des opportunités limitées. C’est
The fog rolled in like a silent predator, transforming my familiar morning hike into something I’d only read about in survival stories. One moment I was confidently striding up the well-worn path to Mount Washington’s summit, and the next, I
The scorching Utah sun beat down mercilessly as I stumbled along the narrow ridge of Angel’s Landing, my vision beginning to blur and my legs trembling with each step. What started as an ambitious sunrise hike had turned into a
At the time, I didn’t really have any other thoughts than that his body felt warm and comforting on top of mine. I hope you understand what that country boy with fluffy
Mile 3.2 of what was supposed to be a “leisurely” day hike in the Cascades, and I was already questioning every life choice that led me to this moment. My cotton t-shirt clung to my
