Last year I slammed the be-stickered lid of my MacBook shut and sought out the outside. Over the course of 2016, I slept in the woods for at least one cumulative month, spending as much time on day hikes and other adventures as possible. Because I was most often alone, a lot of that time is kind of strange to recall, sort of surreal beyond the altitude weirdness and calorie deficits. It wasn’t lonely, usually. Just sort of quiet, a stillness shaped by the perceptible absence of someone to share the moment. And many of those moments were spent seeing some of the most beautiful mountains, glaciers, flowers, canyons and everything else that I’ve ever seen.
Usually I’d take a selfie, just to be sure I was still real. Behold, a concise tour of my 2016 adventure life in sun-squinted selfies.