I didn't always love the outdoors. My mom still likes to recount the days where I would say "There's nothing out here but trees and rocks," but now those trees and rocks are my favorite. My first backpacking trip several years ago opened a path for me in life that I now can't imagine living without. Shortly after arriving at the University of Cincinnati in the fall of 2014 for my freshman year of college, I found myself surrounded by a fantastic group of friends. Luckily we all were so keen on spending time with each other and having a good time that we all joined the University of Cincinnati Mountaineering Club and went on our first backpacking trip to Red River Gorge Kentucky, led by the wonderful Rob Even. I visited places like Indian Staircase, and Cloud Splitter that would become constants in my future weekend adventures. That weekend, we spent time goofing around the campfire, staring up at the stars and enjoying a little time away from school. For me this trip would be the beginning of what is now one of the biggest parts of my life. In the morning, seeing the sunrise and the fog in the valley below was a gorgeous sight. To this day when I visit, it reminds me of that first trip and where I started.
The Hopeless Wanderer