The Wild’s No Place for Flip-Flops (Trust Me)
I once tried to hike a slippery Bulgarian ridge in worn-out sneakers and a borrowed raincoat. Don’t ask me why—I think I had romantic notions of becoming the next wild-man-meets-poetry guy. The truth? I ended up with a bruised tailbone, a soggy sandwich, and a deeply spiritual understanding of the word unprepared. That’s when I…