Feral – Pub Date!

Wow. It’s finally here! After months of sleeping in a freezing minivan, hiking in the rain, chartering tiny bush planes, and pretending I know how to kayak, my first book, Feral, Losing Myself and Finding My Way in America’s National Parks is officially out!

I have been utterly humbled by the book writing process, thrown into the deep end on daytime TV for press, and spent long hours editing photos for social media to bring you guys a raw, heartfelt, and sometimes hilarious depiction of my never-boring trip across the United States.

Click here to order your copy!

And click here to check out some of my favorite photos from the quest on Instagram.

Feral Preorders Are Live!

It feels like it’s been forever since I sat on the park sign at Hawaii Volcanoes and took my final selfies of the big 2020 parks project, and yet, nearly two years later, the book is written, the audiobook is recorded (I got to relive my acting glory days), and both have an official release date. Mark your calendars for February 1st!

In the meantime, preorders for my book, Feral, Losing Myself and Finding My Way in America’s National Parks, are finally up on Amazon, and yes, Amazon happens to own my publishing company, Little A, so they are, in fact, the best way to buy the book! I’ve been getting loads of questions about this, and I love how conscientious today’s readers are. 🙂

Between now and February, there are a lot of big podcasts and print media interviews on the horizon, and I’ll do my best to share them all in a timely manner via my social media, so be sure to follow along at @BrazenBackpacker on Instagram and Facebook if you want to hear me stumble my way through behind-the-scenes stories of heartache, bear encounters, and pee funnels.

Until next time, here’s a photo of me frolicking across an immense lava field, screaming into the void–

-Emily

The Year’s Big Project

Hi friends and confidants,

In case you haven’t seen it yet, I’ve been really MIA this year due to a huge project to visit every U.S. National Park in the calendar year. Needless to say, I picked a hell of a year to work as a traveling journalist, but I feel confident and blessed to report on our country’s incredible wild spaces during this unprecedented chaos. At times, it feels like the outdoors are all we have.

Here’s the big, splashy landing page on Outside’s website. It’s a great resource to check out the latest articles and photos.

Also, if you’re not already following, there’s loads more details and photography at my Instagram, @BrazenBackpacker.

 

Stay safe out there, compadres.

-Emily

Brazen Backpacker – Moth StorySlam

One project I gave myself this year was to get better at public speaking. It’s a skill that I find so important, and yet I never took the time to practice. So, I obsessively went to The Moth for a few months and tried to hone my stories as much as possible. It was humbling and terrifying and overall, a great learning experience.

Here’s my first ever performance at The Moth’s StorySlam in Los Angeles, on a night themed “Surrender.”

Autumn Update!

Hello friends and co-conspirators!

I figured it was about due time I wrote you all a letter to tell you why I’ve been so sparse this spring and summer. Well, dear ones, the world of Brazen Backpacker is expanding to bigger things than I could have imagined even a year ago, and I’ve been hard at work on a series of essays and articles for places you know and love like Outside, Backpacker, Modern Hiker, Adventure Journal, and Territory Supply. Continue reading

The Ultimate List of the Most Extreme Amazing Adventure Books

You’ve probably seen a lot of listicles roaming around on the Internet, right? They claim to be the biggest and the best resource for finding your next ultra-cringeworthy adventure novel to dive into beside the campfire this weekend. Well, I’ve compiled my own reading list for trail, crag, and mountain lovers alike. Some might say it’s the ultimate, most extreme book list on the planet. Read on, if you think you can hang.

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PCT Class of 2019 Portraits

This year, I had the absolute pleasure of trekking high up into the San Gabriel Mountains near Los Angeles to bring 12 lbs. of fresh fruit and veggies up to thru-hikers on the Pacific Crest Trail. These brave souls amble their way up and down a narrow strip of trail from Mexico to Canada, hiking over 2,650 miles in the process. They give each other wild trail names like Sherlock, Pinkman, and Crush and harbor a Lost Boys-style camaraderie. I embarked on this portrait project to showcase the beautiful abandon written all over each one of their faces. Their stories made me tremble and smile and remember to carpe the hell out of every last diem.

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There’s Always a “but” in Nature

The delicate purr of a hummingbird crosses your vision as you gaze out over the mirror-stillness of an alpine lake. It’s evening, and the low-hanging sun has turned the entire valley to coral flame. You crack a beer, flip open your camp chair, and settle in to watch the show in perfect solitude. Just then, you hear a high-pitched buzzing noise and start frantically looking around, darting your head from body part to body part. It lands on your right arm, and you thunderously SMACK your left hand against the skin, squashing the attacker to bits. You heave a sigh of frustration and shake your fist at the sky.

Mosquitoes have invaded your once-perfect evening.

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The Failure Resume

My first-ever anxiety attack was on the north side of Red Mountain Creek. I slumped into a pile of dead leaves while sobbing manically and trying to shove a string cheese into my mouth. I was fed up. A week full of fears and self-doubt culminated in a ten-mile slog into avalanche terrain with a climbing partner who was as inexperienced as I was and somehow immune to worry. I was rattled to my core before we strapped on a single crampon, finally asserting that I would not be climbing Split Mountain after all. My nerves felt bruised against his youthful bravado, but at least I was learning. Beneath my panic and my trembling fingertips, I was learning how to say no.

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