Cheryl is lost - she cheats on her wonderful husband, and has a complete disregard for herself while worshipping her own wants. It shouldn't make for a good read, but somehow it does. Cheryl doesn't glorify or justify her actions; she tells the tale of how she discovered being comfortable in her own skin, alone and in the wilderness, can be just the provision a lost soul needs. Trekking the Pacific Crest Trail is an arduous task, but reading Cheryl's book is not. She is down to earth, shockingly honest, clever and witty about her past, and leaves you feeling a sense of hope for those of us who struggle.
Traces the personal crisis the author endured after the death of her mother and a painful divorce, which prompted her ambition to undertake a dangerous thousand-mile solo hike that both drove her to rock bottom and helped her to heal.