Each book below is included for slightly different reasons that I address in the first sentence after listing the book title and author.
This book is a favorite because it taught me at an early age that I can create my own happiness. I first read this work quite some time ago at the age of 13, and completed it again at age 17. I talked about this book in my college application essay and in my application video for the entrepreneurship program I attended in 2012. In both of these cases, I discussed the role of this book in my personal realization that no matter the circumstances around me I controlled my reaction, and that by adapting my reaction, I could literally create my own happiness in situations others would find miserable. If you are not familiar with the book, the entirety of the ~110 page book is set to a single day of a prisoner at a Soviet labor camp. The reader steps into the minute details of grueling labor, injustice, and the harshest of winter conditions. This was quite a moving day to relive vicariously knowing that it is but one day of a ten year sentence at the camp. My favorite part of the book comes in the concluding pages and is what ties the jarring conditions to my realization that happiness is rooted largely in one’s perception. Though it’s not a complete spoiler, you may wish to skip ahead from here to the next paragraph to avoid it. As the main character lays down to review his day, he finds that it was a day with ‘not a dark cloud in the sky’ and, that, despite all the abuse and suffering, which I as the reader had observed with shock, the day in the book had been ‘an almost happy day.’
Similar Books that I’ve Enjoyed: Man’s Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl
This book is a favorite because it is a beautiful compression of life and love to the 4-day timeline of the story. I consider it a favorite because the deep emotional response the writing elicited from me. Without getting much into plot specifics, I will simply say I recommend this story highly. I’ll also point out that I find it interesting that two of my favorite five books include stories told in great detail over a very short timeline. Previous reflection on this, lead me to read The Art of Time in Fiction by Joan Silber and Einstein’s Dreams by Alan Lightman
this past fall and to continue to evaluate why timelines of this slowed time nature appeal to me.
Similar that I’ve Enjoyed: The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway, Islands in the Stream by Ernest Hemingway
, Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway
This book is a favorite because it’s the innovation from a life’s work explained in terms simple enough for novices to follow. The lightweight backpacking system presented is one the author developed from the ground up over decades that covered more than 25,000 miles of long distance backpacking. Jardine has a phenomenal repository of knowledge and he provides an incredible representation of this knowledge in Trail Life. This book expertly covers the fundamentals of long distance backpacking knowledge from A to Z for your planning, conditioning, and time on the trail.
Similar that I’ve Enjoyed: Walking the Entire Appalachian Trail: Fulfilling a Dream by Accomplishing the Task by Warren Doyle
This book is a favorite because it helped me remember why I lived and breathed running during five of my teenage years. I devoured this book in three days and found myself at the end of the book with delusions that I’d be running an ultramarathon in the following month. This book taught me the value of prescribing the reading of running/high intensity books to a fixed amount per day or a fixed amount per number of runs completed so that I could translate the intensity of the story into intensity in my training. Born to Run discusses the forefoot running style associated with barefoot running and also introduces the basics of the evolutionary case for humans as runners (the ability to cool off while in motion by sweating, our Achilles tendon, our arched feet, etc.). My favorite single thing in the book was the account of a persistence hunt in which a group of bushmen in the Kalahari Desert chase an antelope and relentlessly run it to a death by overheating — talk about awakening a primal desire to run!
Similar that I’ve Enjoyed: Ultramarathon man by Dean Karnazes, Eat & Run by Scott Jurek
, Once a Runner by John L. Parker Jr.
This book is a favorite because it thoroughly explains the insanity that is present day international monetary policy. I’ve been reading for years in articles and newsletters about how crazy it is to allow a small handful of men to control the majority of the world’s monetary supply. This text takes a much deeper dive into how we arrived in the present situation, why the current situation is so fragile, and the extremely unlikely actions that would need to be taken to avoid further economic turmoil.
Similar that I’ve Enjoyed: Anatomy of the State by Murray Rothbard
Walk into the grass and remove your shoes. Feel the cool earth through the leaves of grass and the warmth of the sun on your face as you close your eyes to listen. Let go for 8-15 minutes. Repeat frequently.
Reconnecting with the natural world is simple. Make it a point to start today, right now even.
Stepping away from your busyness, even for just a few moments, can create powerful outcomes.
Roughly 3 years ago in March of 2011, I took an afternoon to reconnect on a short hike. This hike has led me to hundreds of miles on the trail since, including the opportunity to backpack the 290-mile Allegheny Trail last fall. Below is the most interesting 1-minute from my trip, which I share in hopes to engage your imagination about what is possible when you begin to reconnect with the natural world.
“A vigorous five-mile walk will do more good for an unhappy but otherwise healthy adult than all the medicine and psychology in the world.” – Paul Dudley White
12 September 2013 12:21 PM
Mongahnela National Forest, WV
I stopped on the trail and listened as a military jet roared by overhead. In the past thirteen minutes, I had already heard nine such jets fly over. So looking up, I tried in vain to make out the tenth jet through the clouds.
Having just left my final resupply point on the Allegheny Trail and heading towards an area with uncertain water sources, my pack weighed in at its trip maximum – 38 pounds, 12 of which were food and 10 of which were water. Between the pack weight, the roar of a jet reverberating in my ear, and my neck craned upwards looking for planes, I was distracted.
Other than the jets far overhead, the hours since leaving town had been eerily quiet. I had observed only a single creature – a spike buck who offered a series of 12 snorts as he struggled to pinpoint my location from across the hollow. The wind was mostly calm. The stream I crossed moved at an imperceptibly slow pace, almost if it tried to disguise the fact that it flowed at all.
A dense understory growth of rhododendron thickets surrounded the trail where the sound of the tenth jet had brought me to a stop. I had just come around a turn before stopping and from here the trail continued straight ahead for 30 feet before twisting sharply to the left, where I could see roughly 25 more feet of the trail before the dark green rhododendron leaves fully obscured it from sight.
In an instant the forest’s stillness was shattered. Even though time seemed to enter slow motion, my brain raced to interpret and still felt like it was grasping for something just out of reach.
As my mind caught the realization something was approaching fast, I saw my first glimpse of a deer flying towards me down the trail. The young doe was approximately the same size as the spike buck I’d seen minutes before but something was clearly terribly wrong in her world at present.
Her legs were fully extended out in the front and in the back in a diving full-tilt sprint. When her hooves got to the ground, she was digging and pushing with absolutely everything she had. Her effort had her neck real low to the ground, eyes bulging from her face in a panic-stricken, full-alarm, desperation for survival.
Awestruck, I called out “OH! … DEER!” as my mind raced to catch up to reality.
My thoughts screamed, ‘Why are you running towards me??’
I was seriously baffled. ‘Shouldn’t she be running away from me if I frightened it? That’s what usually happens when you jump a deer… Why is it running straight at me?’
The deer was headed my direction on the trail but really she was headed straight down the trail from where the path had entered sight towards the trail’s sharp bend, which that lay only 30 feet from me. As she reached this point, in only an instant, I think she sort of saw me and opted to keep as far away as possible. Still digging and pulling for everything she had, rather than bank sharp to the right towards me, she just skidded a little and tilted off to the left onto a deer path or simply through a minor clearing of the rhododendrons.
Coming right up behind her came the explanation for it all.
In her slightest instant of hesitation at the bend, her pursuer had closed the gap on her to a matter of 8 or 9 feet.
The coyote on her trail had its ears perked up and was dialed in with laser precision on the deer. He had no panic in his face.
The coyote was lean and grey with white down his chest and underbody. He was 75-50% of the deer’s size but due to the different body shapes, it was hard to tell exactly. His movements seemed effortless even in the intensity of pursuit.
His demeanor was that of pure predatory focus. Nothing else in the forest existed. His only concern was about killing that deer and eating it.
When the deer had skidded and suddenly crashed into the woods, the coyote saw me and immediately eased to a stop. The chase was off. He turned and loped off the trail like you would expect a dog to lope across a yard, only slightly faster.
The coyote moved through woods to the top of the hill about 50 yards away and stopped. Crouching to peer better through the rhododendron cover, I saw the coyote atop the hill look around and at me surveying the scene for danger.
To this brief pause, I answered in my artificially-deepened, stern, animal-commanding voice, “Hey….Hey….Hey.”
I saw him dart out of sight down the back side of the hill and was left with the sound of my heart beat and silence in the forest.
END
Story by Brett Anderson, Originally published at UltraBackpacking.com
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Photo: Sunrise at Blackrock Summit, VA, USA, October 2013 by Brett Anderson
Quote Text: “To invent your own life’s meaning is not easy, but it’s still allowed, and I think you’ll be happier for the trouble.” – Bill Watterson, Kenyon College Commencement, 20 May 1990

Photo: Crystal Lake, San Juan Mountains, CO, USA, September 2009 by Sandy Horvath-Dori
Quote Text: “I felt more at home in these mountains than I had anywhere in my life, and I didn’t want to leave.” – Jennifer Hanson, Hiking the Continental Divide

Photo: Wild Goose Island, Glacier National Park, MT, USA, July 2011 by Loco Steve
Quote Text: “Perhaps we all need time to be free, time alone in nature, supported and encouraged to discover our own wild selves, to reconnect with who we are and what we want from life.” – Jennifer Hanson, Hiking the Continental Divide

Photo: Allegheny Trail Footbridge over Anthony Creek, WV, USA, September 2013 by Brett Anderson
Quote Text: “We see that everything in Nature called destruction must be creation, – a change from beauty to beauty.” – John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra
Quote Source: My First Summer in the Sierra by John Muir, Date: 21 August 1869

Photo: Mt. Hood, OR, USA, September 2012 by Brett Anderson
Quote Text: “You don’t lead by telling others what to do. You lead by dominating your own pain, working harder than everyone else and setting an example so high that others are inspired to follow.” – Sam Davies
Quoted Source: SamuelDavies.net, What is Leadership Really?

Photo: Virginia Bluebells in Bloom, VA, USA, March 2013 by Brett Anderson
Quote Text: “‘Kindness’ covers all of my political beliefs.” – Roger Ebert
Quoted Via: ZenPencils.com

Photo: Crescet Moon Pre-Dawn near the Northern Terminus of the Allegheny Trail, PA, USA, September 2013 by Brett Anderson
Quote Text: “Find what you love and let it kill you.” – Charles Bukowski
Quoted Via: MarkManson.net, Find What You Love

Photo: Apple Orchard Falls, VA, USA, June 2013 by Brett Anderson
Quote Text: “It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.” – Chuck Palahniuk, Diary
Quoted Via: BrettAnderson.net, Quotes from Chuck Palahniuk

Photo: Pre-Dawn from the Shoulder of Mt. Hood, OR, USA, September 2012 by Brett Anderson
Quote Text: “Don’t make stuff because you want to make money. It will never make you enough money. Don’t make stuff because you want to get famous, because you will never feel famous enough. Make gifts for people. And work hard on making those gifts in hope that those people will notice. Maybe they will notice how hard you worked and maybe they won’t. And if they don’t notice, I know it’s frustrating. But ultimately that doesn’t change anything because your responsibility is not to the people you’re making the gift for but to the gift itself.” – John Green
Quoted Via: ZenPencils.com
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“Like a tree that grows stronger with more branches and roots, you need to find more and more ways to be inspired.” – Yiannis Kouros
The knowledge on this site comes from an array of sources. My goal in seeking out these sources of knowledge has been to elevate my understanding via the wisdom of those who have come before me. By standing upon the intellectual shoulders of others, I am better positioned to arrive at truth when I embark on my own trail studies.
This list recounts the pursuits of wild knowledge that I have made. Sources are listed in chronological order of completion with the newest items being added to the top.
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Hasta Luego,
Brett
“I do not believe in these protracted good-bys any more than I do in long engagements, so I will just say simple farewell and Godspeed, reader, and leave you now to your own devices.” – Ernest Hemingway, Torrents of Spring
“How rich our inheritance in these blessed mountains. ” – John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra
“Exhilarated with the mountain air, I feel like shouting this morning with excess of wild animal joy.” – John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra, July 9, 1869
“We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm. Making every nerve quiver. Filling every pore and cell of us.” – John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra
“Blessed indeed should be every pilgrim in these holy mountains.” – John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra, July 12, 1869
“What a psalm the storm was singing.” – John Muir, Stickeen
“There is nothing like work for toning down excessive fear or joy.” – John Muir, Stickeen
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