12:11 p.m. on July 24, 2008 (EDT)
trouthunter makes a point I tend to forget, having been brought up in the era and area where I was. In cleaning out junk, I came across a file of letters from my father (from the days when keeping a copy meant using carbon paper - hmmm, how many here even know what "carbon paper" is). In one of them, he comments how my buddies and I, solo or as a group, would take off for most of a day, which worried my mother sick. This was age 6 to 10 years, and in a very rural setting, the middle of the Arizona desert, in fact, while living in a tiny village on the reservation. None of us got hurt or died. Well, ok, Willis broke his collarbone falling out of a tree, and I put a rusty nail through my foot when jumping into an irrigation canal. But those were across the road from our houses. I'm not sure why my mother was so worried, considering that she and her 9 brothers and sisters would take off on foot and horseback from their farm in Missouri alone and in groups in the same way.
Thing is, in those days and in that environment, you grew up in the wilderness, and you were taught the dangers early on. We were camping and hiking from an early age (I have mentioned the photos of me in the wilderness with my parents from about 6 months). We were let loose with only the admonition to be back before dark and not to go too far. Well, one other admonition - we had to get our chores done. In my case, that was feeding the chickens and rabbits (and shoveling out the manure in the henhouse) and helping in the garden, as well as cleaning my room and some other part of the house. Somehow we survived.
These days, especially in urban areas, parents live in terror of kidnappings, gang shootings, getting run over by speeding cars, and so on. There are no worries about rattlesnakes (I wasn't bitten until age 16), scorpions (my sister's almost fatal encounter was in grad school in the poisonous animal research lab where she was an assistant, not in the wild), gila monsters, and the occasional coyote or puma. Here in Palo Alto, home of Stanford University, we get mountain lions in our neighborhoods (one was shot within a mile of my house). But still, we expect our parks to be safe. Kids are not taught to prepare for a night in the wilderness - after all, you can get a meal at the local burger joint or pizza parlor, so why cook for yourself? Parents drive their kids to school, even if it is only 2 or 3 blocks, then carefully survey the area to be sure no child molesters are lurking (seriously! even in a very low-crime area like Palo Alto).
Point here is, since I was brought up in the hills, woods, desert, and other wilderness places, I tend to forget that most people nowdays (something like 90% of the US population lives in urban settings) might have urban "street smarts", but they know nothing about "wilderness smarts" unless explicitly taught by mentors or in formal courses.
You cannot learn from books or videos - you have to get out and do it. You can learn all the wrong things from "reality TV" and "survival" TV shows.
So, yes, do take classes. Do find a mentor. Do take it one small step at a time.
I don't recall seeing what age you are, CShamrock, but if you are over 14 and under 21, you might consider joining the Venturing program run by Boy Scouts. This is a co-ed program, with the emphasis on an outdoor, high adventure venue. Another alternative is to go with an Outward Bound program. That's more expensive than the Venturing program, but includes a solo experience toward the end of their post-beginner courses.
Again, remember, it isn't about macho. The mountains and wilderness will always be there for you to return to. So play it conservative. You will be doing things that are true adventures in pretty short order and enjoying them, not barely surviving and living in constant terror of "Things That Go Bump In The Night".
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