Report, if you have a problem with this page“ Each evening, I ached for the shelter of my tent, for the smallest sense that something was shielding me from the entire rest of the world, keeping me safe not from danger, but from vastness itself. I loved the dim, clammy dark of my tent, the cozy familiarity of the way I arranged my few belongings all around me each night. ”
Cheryl Strayed
From : Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
