The Mountains are Calling, But the City Says “stay”

A New Yorker longing for the wilderness

Photo by Peter Pryharski on Unsplash

I wasn’t well-traveled until I reached my twenties. The first time I ever flew in an airplane was when I was eighteen and I was petrified. I went to California to attend a family wedding and after that trip, I pretty much wanted to go everywhere. I couldn’t believe that up until that point, I had never seen the…