I cried and I cried and I cried. I wasn't crying because I was happy. Furthermore, I wasn't crying because I was sad. Furthermore, I wasn't crying because of my mother or my father or Paul. Furthermore, I was crying because I was full... I didn't feel like a big fate idiot anymore. And I didn't feel like a hard-ass motherfucking Amazonian queen. I felt fierce and humble and gathered inside, like I was safe in this world too.

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail