{"quotes":[{"text":"You lift your head, you’re on your way, but really just to be walking, to be out of doors. That’s it, that’s all, and you’re there. Outdoors is our element: the exact sensation of living there.","author":"Frédéric Gros","tags":["adventure","art","awe","beauty","discovery","earth","explore","freedom","fresh-air","get-outside","hikes","hiking","joy","movement","nature","our-planet","outdoors","outdoors-church","outside","peace","philosophy","pilgrim","pilgrimage","poetry","serenity","visual-poetry","walking","walks","wonder"],"id":1460,"author_id":"Fr%C3%A9d%C3%A9ric+Gros"},{"text":"What on earth would I do if four bears came into my camp? Why, I would die of course. Literally shit myself lifeless.","author":"Bill Bryson","tags":["appalachia","attack","bear","camp","camping","funny","hiking","shit","trail","true"],"id":14034,"author_id":"Bill+Bryson"},{"text":"Childhood is a wilderness.","author":"Aspen Matis","tags":["aspen-matis","hiking","memoir","pct","wisdom"],"id":18035,"author_id":"Aspen+Matis"},{"text":"This time, there’s no question of freeing yourself from artifice to taste simple joys. Instead there is the promise of meeting a freedom head-on as an outer limit of the self and of the human, an internal overflowing of a rebellious Nature that goes beyond you. Walking can provoke these excesses: surfeits of fatigue that make the mind wander, abundances of beauty that turn the soul over, excesses of drunkenness on the peaks, the high passes (where the body explodes). Walking ends by awakening this rebellious, archaic part of us: our appetites become rough and uncompromising, our impulses inspired. Because walking puts us on the vertical axis of life: swept along by the torrent that rushes just beneath us. What I mean is that by walking you are not going to meet yourself. By walking, you escape from the very idea of identity, the temptation to be someone, to have a name and a history. Being someone is all very well for smart parties where everyone is telling their story, it’s all very well for psychologists’ consulting rooms. But isn’t being someone also a social obligation which trails in its wake – for one has to be faithful to the self-portrait – a stupid and burdensome fiction? The freedom in walking lies in not being anyone; for the walking body has no history, it is just an eddy in the stream of immemorial life.","author":"Frédéric Gros","tags":["adventure","art","awe","beauty","discovery","earth","explore","freedom","fresh-air","get-outside","hikes","hiking","joy","movement","nature","our-planet","outdoors","outdoors-church","outside","peace","philosophy","pilgrim","pilgrimage","poetry","serenity","visual-poetry","walking","walks","wonder"],"id":28968,"author_id":"Fr%C3%A9d%C3%A9ric+Gros"},{"text":"...We’re not even really hiking,more like meandering in cinematic light.","author":"Kristen Henderson","tags":["cinema","hiking","light","meandering","movies"],"id":34616,"author_id":"Kristen+Henderson"},{"text":"I had once again proven that again alone, I was again enough.","author":"Aspen Matis","tags":["aspen-matis","empowerment","girl-in-the-woods","hiking"],"id":35091,"author_id":"Aspen+Matis"},{"text":"Maybe I'd die. Maybe I'd burn to ash in wind, or blacken like the pines. Charred skeletons, I'd add one to the count. I didn't feel scared. I didn't think to panic. The trail wasn't burning. I was raw, ripe for loving. I wasn't stopping.","author":"Aspen Matis","tags":["death","hiking","memoir","pacific-crest-trail","willpower"],"id":43202,"author_id":"Aspen+Matis"},{"text":"I knew with certainty now—I could say no, and he would stop. Above all, I felt the fierce beauty of the choice. I knew now what it was that had held me from falling into my desire to be with him fully: I first needed to make sure he was a man who would respect my 'No.","author":"Aspen Matis","tags":["choice","hiking","pct","self-esteem"],"id":49285,"author_id":"Aspen+Matis"},{"text":"None of your knowledge, your reading, your connections will be of any use here: two legs suffice, and big eyes to see with. Walk alone, across mountains or through forests. You are nobody to the hills or the thick boughs heavy with greenery. You are no longer a role, or a status, not even an individual, but a body, a body that feels sharp stones on the paths, the caress of long grass and the freshness of the wind. When you walk, the world has neither present nor future: nothing but the cycle of mornings and evenings. Always the same thing to do all day: walk. But the walker who marvels while walking (the blue of the rocks in a July evening light, the silvery green of olive leaves at noon, the violet morning hills) has no past, no plans, no experience. He has within him the eternal child. While walking I am but a simple gaze.","author":"Frédéric Gros","tags":["adventure","art","awe","beauty","discovery","earth","explore","freedom","fresh-air","get-outside","hikes","hiking","joy","movement","nature","our-planet","outdoors","outdoors-church","outside","peace","philosophy","pilgrim","pilgrimage","poetry","serenity","visual-poetry","walking","walks","wander","wanderer","wonder"],"id":50407,"author_id":"Fr%C3%A9d%C3%A9ric+Gros"},{"text":"Living as Wild Child, I could no longer be Debby Parker comfortably — this name that I’d been given at birth that defined me before I’d had the chance to define myself.","author":"Aspen Matis","tags":["aspen-matis","aspen-matis-memoir","hiking","memoir","young-woman"],"id":55384,"author_id":"Aspen+Matis"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":88,"pages":9,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}