I wrote about crying in the outdoors. In the middle of a hike or ski or climb or whatever. And I wrote about it because we’ve all done it.
At least, most of us have done it.
I’ve cried out there. I’ll admit it. Usually, it’s a tear or two of frustration or fear. I’ve only full-on sobbed once — about 500 feet up a climb in Red Rocks (Nevada). The climbing was easy, but the exposure was terrifying.
I wanted down.
If you haven’t cried outside yet, be kind to those who do. Who knows? It might be a matter of time before you find yourself wiping tears onto a glove out in the middle of nowhere…but then you can join the club.