I quickly found that all the "advice" I was getting was getting me no where fast. Recommendations such as "write about what you know" didn't help, as even after 10 years in the Army, I've done so many different things that I'm not sure I could yet write as a subject matter expert on any of the jobs I've had. Instead the answer came to me today, in what would have been one of the most unlikely places if you'd asked me all of a week ago...
I hiked as a kid with my family. I rock climbed for many years through High School and College. I even had the distinct pleasure of serving with an Army unit that trained to fight in cold and mountainous areas. I grew a great appreciation for the outdoors and enjoyed them regularly. That is, until a few years ago, when I stopped climbing and hiking. I don't really know why exactly, you get a real job, a real house, and real life gets in the way. Suddenly fixing the faucet or mowing the lawn is more important than heading out to the mountains. So I had an epiphany on the trail to Lonesome Lake (Franconia Notch, NH) that maybe this should be my topic. Not something I know about, but something I used to know and forgot. Take a look at the mountains through new eyes. Maybe some people who have never enjoyed it can get some inspiration. Maybe those who have lived in these mountains can remember what it was like on their first climbs. So I encourage you to come with me and rediscover the mountains.
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