How a Six-Hour Hike Helped Me Confront My Control Issues
Without a map or GPS, I was beside myself
While the throngs pose for selfies next to fallen Joshua trees and rock formulations, sporting their aviators and hot pants, I grip a rock 50 feet off the ground. Body covered in bruises and cactus spines when I thought I was supposed to go on a leisurely five-mile stroll through the Park. Angry…