“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.”
I’m a late bloomer. Although I began college at eighteen, I quit after three semesters and didn’t go back until I was twenty-seven, but even then I still had NO idea what my major should be. I knew I liked animals, but couldn’t find an animal-centered occupation I was interested in. I enjoyed the outdoors, but camping really isn’t a career choice unless you’re from the Alaskan Bush or willing to be naked and afraid.
I lacked passion. About anything. I was floating through life, waiting tables, bartending, partying, etc. with no clear goal or direction because nothing had sparked my imagination. Nothing screamed, THIS! This is you, Beth!
Most things barely whispered, meh.
My favorite classes were the sciences, particularly geology, but I didn’t want to be a geologist, biologist, or any kind of “ologist” for that matter.
Around this time, my best friend (Bean) and her family were taking a trip to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, and were sweet/kind/amazing/wonderful enough to invite me along.
Let me insert this little bit of detail. I hadn’t travelled much at this point in my life. I’d been to New York twice, but not since I was fifteen. I’d been to Florida three or four times to visit my Grandparents. Aaaaaand that about covers it. Now back to the regularly scheduled program…
We landed in Wyoming. Two words:
Ten days in the mountains. We hiked, whitewater rafted, saw Yellowstone, canoed, hiked some more, rode horses….every single thing (aside from the horses) was a new experience. That trip changed everything for me. My eyes were finally open. It’s like I was finally breathing the same oxygen as everyone else. Better yet….
I was inspired.
Two years later, I graduated with a degree in Environmental Science. This was an ideal major because it didn’t limit me to one field of science. I got to take them all.
Science is woven into my fibers, and even plays a major role in my fiction writing. (all my beta readers are nodding their heads right now)
The same year I graduated, my boyfriend of five years proposed. He was well aware I didn’t want a wedding. When he asked me how I wanted to do it, I answered, “I want to elope…to the mountains.”
We did. August, 2001, amongst the mountains, beneath the pine trees, at the foot of lake.
That was nearly thirteen years ago. We’ve been back a few times since we tied the knot – one trip Mr. Writer B even summited 13, 776 ft. Grand Teton! But it’s been a while…
A few months from now, we’ll be doing something we’ve fantasized about for nearly ten years: returning to Wyoming as a family with our sons. It means everything to be able to introduce them to the magic and drama of that area. We want to show them home, not in a geographical sense, but in a spiritual one.
We’ve raised them amongst nature. They both camped before they could walk. We frequent Colorado, Oklahoma, and Arkansas, and they’ve done everything outdoorsy you can think of.
But they ain’t seen nothin’ yet….
“The mountains are calling and I must go.”
Beth is a day dreaming introvert who managed to acquire an amazing husband and co-create two lunatic boys. She’s a writer, artist, and recovering crazy cat lady who probably doesn’t day drink at all. Writer B is Me is where she unleashes all the shiz in her brain. Consider yourself warned.