I looked down at my battered blue coat and rubber boots held together with duct tape and start laughing. Sling a pole across my shoulders with buckets at either end filled with “night soil” and I’d look just like one of my old Chinese aunties.
Why was I back out in the woods? What happened to my wonderful urban life?
If there’s anyone who knows what I’m feeling, it’s Kristi, a colleague of mine from my city life. She was the ultimate urban gal to me: politically aware, passionate about the causes she believed in, well-spoken, and with the house, kids, job and life she thought she wanted. But she had fallen in love, re-married, packed up her family, left her urban life and moved to the mountains a few years before.