I’d been camping in the desert for three weeks. The rattlesnake trail to the left of my tent showed up the first morning I woke here, and even now, it was still visible on my left stretching voluptuously into the distance. Tonight was a new moon. We were camped at 12,000 feet and it could be so dark, that I couldn’t see my own hand waving in front of my face. Tonight’s assignment was to walk into the darkness alone with a question, and return with the answer. I woke sometime

Seeking solitude in the wilderness: Rites of Passage Over the last year solitude in the wilderness has featured in our media. The increase in interest shows there is a need in our current society. These books and films are based on true memoirs. The book and film ‘Tracks,’ features a girls adventure crossing the Australian desert with just her dog and four camels. Claire Dunn’s book ‘My year without matches’, the story of her year living in the Australian bush without any too