I watched "Into The Wild" last night with a friend. I can understand wanting to walk out into the wild. On a family road trip through the redwoods last year I looked over at my father-in-law and said, "Don't you just want to walk out into that? Don't you want to go stand in that stream?" "No." was the answer. Here's the thing, I am milk toast. I do not even walk out into my backyard without making sure I look halfway decent. Wouldn't want to upset the neighbors. (They put a bra on, so should I, right?) I would love to go exploring the wilds, maybe for about an hour. But then the sun would start to go down, and I would get cold and hungry and start to wonder where my next meal was coming from. Would I survive in the wild?
This is about as wild as I get. On a rented boat. In a stocked lake. And did I eat fish for dinner? Nay, I say. But hamburgers from the lodge. Survive in the wild? No, I would be toast.