![]() ![]() Then, in 2012, 17 years after she stepped back into civilization, she published a memoir about her time in the wilderness: Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail.īy that point, Strayed really was midway through her life, and it suddenly went a little berserk. She wrote, anonymously, “ Dear Sugar,” the cult-favorite advice column of the online literary magazine The Rumpus. Strayed wrote Torch, a semi-autobiographical novel that was quietly but kindly received. Nine days after she finished, she met a man in a Tex-Mex joint in Portland. Or a quarter-way, really: At the age of 26, motherless, divorced, dabbling in heroin, adrift from her stepfather and siblings and her own former self, Strayed made her way to California, hoisted a backpack, and set off to hike 1,100 miles in the wilderness, from the Mojave Desert to a place on the Oregon-Washington border called Bridge of the Gods. Midway on her life’s journey, Cheryl Strayed found herself in dark woods. Photo: Anne Marie Fox/Courtesy of Fox Searchlight ![]()
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