Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

by Cheryl Strayed

“I thought it would help me find my center, to come out here.”

Of all the things I’d been skeptical about, I didn’t feel skeptical about this: the wilderness had a clarity that included me.O

“I never got to be in the driver’s seat of my own life,” she’d wept to me once, in the days after she learned she was going to die. “I always did what someone else wanted me to do. I’ve always been someone’s daughter or mother or wife. I’ve never just been me.”