I found her in the early morning hours as she groggily unraveled from her sleeping bag, caught sight of the sunrise and smiled
I found her in the restful ease of gazing at the mountains in their unblemished alpenglow
I found her in the physical strains of running steep tracks
I found her in the joys of a meal well prepared
I found her in the sturdy resilience of the golden larches
I found her as she tied knots and used gear she recalled struggling with once that now seemed second nature,
and I wondered how she became so proficient while I wasn’t looking
I found her admiring the magnitude and power of land to which she so proudly belonged
I found her in the surefootedness as she carried herself and her pack with grace along winding trails
I met a woman I thought I knew once, only stronger, calmer, with heart, instinct and joy
capitalized by the vast everything of nature’s sweet nothings.
Being surrounded by curious, strong, and compassionate women makes the outdoors a far more welcoming place.
It shows us a community of determination that beckons to us and challenges us.
This weekend we played in the snow, laughed, learned, and together explored what it means to be an outdoorswomen.