I’ve lost faith in humanity. I just don’t get people’s choices in outdoors books to read. It began with Bill Byrson’s book on the Appalachian Trail. When ever we told anyone that we thru-hiked the AT, their first question was “Did you read A Walk in the Woods?” Of course I did, and it sucked.
Now the rage is “Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail” by Cheryl Strayed: Billed as woman’s account of a life-changing 1,100-mile hike along the Pacific Coast Trail. I read that too and it sucked.
Why is it that books about dysfunctional, inept people in the outdoors become best sellers? If I was Cheryl Strayed I would be embarrassed to write about my life story. It’s certainly nothing to be proud of.
What does it say about humans today that these are the books they choose to recommend to each other? Nothing complimentary as far as I’m concerned. I guess it’s time for me to head back into the woods, away from people. Fortunately, most of the people I encounter in the woods are nothing like Bill Bryson or Cheryl Strayed.