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There are so many directions I can steer the conversation when someone asks me about my time spent with Callie Russell, Jessie Krebs, and our group of wild women on the water. I could lead with the fact that I almost didn’t go – my finger suspended above my phone screen as if my body had frozen in time, hovering over the registration button, apprehensive to press and commit to such an experience. Knowing damn well others would jump at this kind of opportunity.
Why? Because I couldn’t imagine myself flying across the country and surrounding myself with a group of women I have never met before and spending a week among them. Sisterhood is a foreign concept to me. I’m a creature of solitude with no happy medium – you either remain at surface level as an acquaintance or you become like family. And I can count the latter on only two hands. Either scenario, connections don’t come easy for me. But that’s a long, drawn out story for another time.
I knew if I did this, I would make damn sure to show up as myself, however uncomfortable that might be for me. I’m in the thick of it – the work to de-program and unravel from the carefully crafted and carved out model of the woman I spent 38 years tweaking and fine-tuning in order to present as the best version to fit in and belong. And there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell I would squander this experience by slipping back into that false form just because it was the familiar and easy thing to do. I’ve spent too many years living her life, not mine. That thought alone, letting the real Steph stand up, almost paralyzed me into inaction – so strong it overrode the chance to meet and learn from someone I highly revered. What would she think of me? What would they all think of me? Could I do all the things they were set to teach us? Was I fooling myself, thinking I belonged? Maybe. Maybe not. But I would never know if I didn’t take a chance on this. Take a chance on myself.
I could also begin with a shameless admission that I have been an ALONE series fanatic since the first season aired. I would be lying if I said the idea of meeting both Callie and Jessie while also having the chance to learn from both of them at the same time, in the same place, didn’t excite the shit out of me. It did. For the first day or so, it felt as if I had walked into some alternative reality.
Honestly, it still feels surreal to me, having spent a week with Callie whom I have looked up to for years… someone I admire, someone who inspires me, and someone who has motivated me to think more profoundly about my life and how I live it. And that was before I even met her. That feeling is now multiplied tenfold – having the opportunity to spend time with her, learn from her, have her share her skills with me, and witness first hand how she experiences life.
Both of these women are a force of nature in their own respective right. I can go on and on about the sheer wealth of knowledge and experience between them when it comes to survival, wilderness living, and ancestral skills. Individually… collectively… your head will spin with all they have to share. I know mine did. Each subject we discussed and practiced could have been a course in and of itself – taught as an individual subject in a week’s time, maybe longer – but we only had a week to cover all that we could.
I found myself scribbling chaotic notes in my journal, sneaking keywords in the margins to remember things of importance or topics of further exploration. I did my best to keep it more coherent, less hieroglyphic, while simultaneously attempting to give them my full attention. My phone was merely a tool for further documentation or a camera to capture stolen moments in between.
The way in which both Jessie and Callie spoke and interacted with us during our time with them is what stuck out to me most. They led with patience and grace in their guidance and teachings. Their words were filled with such pride and passion as they shared their wisdom and lived experiences. And yet, both women were entirely void of ego, sharing and teaching from a place of immense humbleness. It only made me respect and admire them that much more. Their humanity, their humility, their vulnerability is something I will never forget. There is no denying it, they live for the lives they lead.
We often romanticize the idea of living off grid and disconnecting from society without really considering what it takes – not only physically but mentally and emotionally. We daydream about what it would be like to make that choice – to make a lifestyle shift so brazen, so far removed from the comfort and convenience of our modern world, that we are no longer part of the mainstream. We choose the path less traveled. With Callie, there is no dipping a few toes into that life, or skirting around its perimeter, half in the wild, half out. She’s all in. And has been for most of her life. What you see on ALONE is only the tip of the iceburg. Her connection to the land, to the plants, to the animals… it’s Otherwordly. It’s everything you imagine it to be and more. It’s genuine and from a heart place. A soul place. So much deeper than how most of us in today’s world see and experience life. Having the opportunity to experience life as she lives it, was such a privilege. I’m filled with immense gratitude. And I know I am better for it.
We are also often confident and cocky in our ability to survive if we find ourselves lost or injured out in the wilderness. We feel we would know exactly what to do and how to act – in order to be rescued, in order to keep ourselves alive, in order to protect ourselves. Bold of us to believe it true, especially without knowledge or practice. Jessie removes the bravado and replaces it with reality. In life or death situations, the choices you make matter – IMMENSELY. Being prepared, not panicking, and knowing what to do (and what not to do) is ultimately what will save you or cost you your life. If society collapsed and life as we knew it broke out into some apocalyptic hellscape, and I had the option to call in a lifeline, it would be to Jessie. Anywhere on this earth, if someone is to survive for the long haul, it’s her. Fuck Bear Grylls. So much of what we see on TV plays to the pomp and circumstance of viewer entertainment, not backed by decades of training, leadership, and countless experiences surviving out there in some pretty desolate, dangerous, and remote places. Jessie is strength and feminitity fashioned into the ultimate badass.
This experience could be intimidating for anyone – on many levels and for many reasons. But Callie and Jessie’s approach was to show up for our group not only as leaders, but as mentors, as friends, and most importantly, human beings who genuinely cared about encouraging and uplifting the women around them, ensuring that each individual’s learning experience was meaningful as well as comfortable, regardless of their experience level with wilderness living or survival.
They are the real deal. They practice what they preach. They are experts in their respective fields and in this way of life. They’re influencers no doubt. They just happen to influence primarily off-screen. Both women actively choose to live their lives in stark contrast to mainstream America and yet… live lives so rich in wealth of a different kind of currency. And it shows – in their passion, in their personalities, in their outlook and mindsets, in their values and beliefs, and in the ways in which they choose to share their wisdom and their lives with those who are willing to learn.
But if you were to ask me what was that “something” out of the many possible things that I could take away from this experience, aside from a better understanding of survival, wilderness living, and ancestral skills, it would be this:
LEARNING HOW TO LIVE
Understanding how that statement means so much more than just a concept. As we breathe, we live. Each day we wake, we go on to live our lives. Each day we choose what that life looks like, feels like, and how it plays out – in repetition or spontaneity. How we spend our years, months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds. We either make it count, or we don’t.
Therefore, we must ask ourselves, whose life are we living? Is it ours? Are we living it well? Are we living it true to ourselves? Are we merely surviving? Are we only existing? Are we just going through the motions? Are we healthy? Are we happy? If not, might there be a different way? What are the values and beliefs we hold sacred and are we acting upon them?
Though we may be alive, have we learned how to live?
Not just in theory, concepts, metaphors, or dreams… but in action and practice.
What do we want out of life?
What are we longing for?
What are we searching for?
What does a life well lived mean to us?
Can we change our stars?
I spent a week living in the extreme version of what I long for: less stuff and living closer to nature – and not just in proximity. It fueled the fire of my want and wish to simplify my life in such a way that I am left richer in body, in mind, and in spirit. I will be better for it. And in turn, nature will be better for it too.
I left Montana and came home with all the possibilities – how I can take what I value and what I want for my life and start to put it into practice. Make more calculated moves in the direction in which I want to go. I also left Montana knowing that a drastic and immediate change might not be possible. We all can’t just up and quit our jobs, spend months hiking the PCT or the AT to find ourselves, take a year to travel the world and Eat, Pray, Love, or upend our lives as we know them to begin. Not everyone has the luxury to explore themselves and their lives outside of the one they are currently living. But I believe we can start right where we’re at. And that is exactly what I plan to do – gradually moving in the direction of my own true North – transforming my dreams and ideas into my real life.
I know this trail that I am walking down is drawing me nearer to a life well lived. The universe is pushing and pulling me to the places and people who I should cross paths with. And I trust it and myself to take me where I want to go.
And all that I learn along the way I hope to share – for others who might seek the same – shining a tiny headlamp to illuminate a path we might all someday walk together – leading us towards a different way of living, of being, of experiencing this life. Living closer to ourselves. Living closer to nature. Redinifing community through our relationship with wild places and beings.
Funny thing, what began as my biggest fear, turned out to be my biggest triumph. I never felt so sure of my place, of my beliefs, of my values, of my passion and purpose, of all the things I have spent my life searching for only to end up feeling like I don’t quite fit anywhere in this modern world – a stray piece from an entirely different puzzle thrown into the box and expected to conform.
This feeling of connectedness, of belonging, of alignment – to the person, to the wild, to the life I want to be living – it never felt as strong as it did when I woke each morning and stepped out into those trees from my tent, filling my mug with coffee, and having Callie top it off with fresh goat’s milk. The morning I had to pack up and leave, I grappled with an intense pull to stay alongside the longing to get back to my home to the ones I love. For the first time in my life, I felt at home in a place that wasn’t my own. I felt drawn and connected to people and place with ease.
Until now, my deepest, truest feelings were kept private. My spiritual beliefs were practiced and spoken of only from the comfort of my own home. To say out loud that I yearn to take all of these things and step more firmly into them and to finally admit to myself that yes, this is it. THIS IS IT RIGHT HERE.
It was like 10,000lbs of weight and 38 years of feeling lost, alone, and unsure had just vanished – POOF – into the cool, crisp air of a Montana morning as the sun rose over the mountains. It is there where I shed my doubts along with my bathing suit, feeling the soft sand squish beneath my feet. The truth was as invigorating as the river water that enveloped me, the cold of it shocking me straight into my body, holding me there in the present moment. There was only me. There was only here and now. And in that here and now, that truth was as bare as my skin and as naked as my body. I let it wash over me as I sunk down below the surface, fully submerged. Water and truth collided with my skin, startling my nervous system and my mind. I gasped from the sudden cold and this split second epiphany that hit me like a freight train out of nowhere, as I filled my lungs with the deepest breath of wild air as my heart raced faster and faster. I have never felt more alive. Never. And like a drug, I want to chase that feeling. Not just for a moment, not for a day, not for a week, but for the whole of my life – however many days I have left to live it and live it well. I want the wild on the outside to match the wild on my inside.
My life was already changing before I met Callie, Jessie, and this crazy, beautiful group of wild women. Only now, I have a clearer line of sight to this focal point in the distance. I’ve got my internal Direction of Travel pointed straight at it. It doesn’t take me in the direction of the Earth’s True North, no. Instead, it directs me to my own. Some magnetic pull towards a place that neither you or I will find on any map. In order to get there, I must follow my gut. I must let my heart lead the way. It is the compass that will orient me. I must pay attention to the call of the wild. And not just listen to that call, but answer it.
Thank you will never be enough to express the appreciation, gratitude, respect, and reverance I have for Callie and Jessie. And I will never forget a single wild woman that was there to share this experience alongside of me. The individual gifts they shared are priceless, just by being who they are. All the special moments we shared are so beautiful and special to me. And another first in my life, is leaving Montana now knowing what sisterhood truly feels like. And I can’t thank you enough for showing me a glimpse of what is possible – finding community in wild women and wild places.
TO FIND OUT MORE ABOUT CALLIE: https://www.caprakhan.com/
TO FIND OUT MORE ABOUT JESSIE: https://www.owlsskills.com/about