At the age of fifteen I’m in Idaho hiking deep inside the largest wilderness in the lower forty-eight – boots on my feet, with miles of rough terrain in front of me.
On a two-month planned trip, and on the third day of the journey, I find myself with no shoes at all.
What happens when preparation disappears and survival takes over?
What happened next isn’t something I have fully told to anyone. Not in one place. Not yet.
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RAGS TO WILDERNESS 
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