That’s what we told the incoming class as we drove them deep into the remote mountains of Belize. We were off to enter into a week of backcountry living, a type of living that these students had never encountered before.
Recently I found myself walking inside the longest slot canyon in the world. The walls stood as stone waves that narrowed in on one another as they wove towards the sky. Entering into an area rarely seen by others, let alone sunlight, I stood taking in the sheer amazement that my senses were providing me. I couldn’t help but think of an old 1968 Sierra Club magazine that I was perusing that morn. Because my grandmother had cared enough to maintain its near perfect condition, I decided to give it a read.