“Nature is one of the most underutilized treasures in life. It has the power to unburden hearts and reconnect to that inner place of peace.” -Janice Anderson
Often when I say I feel safest out in the mountains than when I’m in the city, many people diagnose me with all kinds of personality disorders. Apart from providing the clichéd “connection to nature” and genuine tranquility, the mountains are free of humans and their weird vibes.
I have heard of incidents on trails, but not many robbers seem to be willing to climb for 4/5 hours to rob hikers at the risk of only finding Jungle energy bars and sachets of Game. In any case, very few people I know take true valuables on hikes because the whole point is to disconnect from our busy gadgets-driven lives.
Besides being literally safe from the practical physical sense, the mountains provide an emotional shield from life’s overwhelming curveballs. I prefer hiking alone (NOT RECOMMENDED!) most of the times because I can have earnest frank conversations with myself and try to make sense of whatever space I might be in without external opinions.
That’s not to say I don’t enjoy a banter-filled mission with a cool group, I have made some incredible friendships with people I met on trails and in them I have a lifetime adventure squad that’s always down to drop everything and chase horizons.
Most of my hiking has been through a uni sporting club, and there is a drinking culture associated with varsity sporting. I mean, varsity is a 4-year drinking game! However, besides the odd sundowner hike and good ol’ Old Brown Sherry (O.B.S) on overnight trails, there is never any liquor on hikes. We really don’t drink that much, it’s a dangerous sport, people. Rocks are dangerous!