The wilds. They're out there somewhere, but they're nowhere near Cheryl Strayed. What people don't get from this book's advertising is that Cheryl Strayed didn't go out into the "wilds" and live off the land enduring nature's wrath, but instead walked down trails, roads, and *occasionally* across tiny patches of unmarked terrain. While doing all of this she complained about her family, her shoes, the weather, and just about everything else. She'd meet up with some random folks at somewhat regularly populated taverns and campgrounds and get delivery boxes and mail. I mean, it's like she sat down and thought to herself "what can I write about to get popular, become a voice in the world, and get paid for it? OH YEAH! How about that time I walked around on some trails with a bad pair of boots! YES! I am a SURVIVOR! I SURVIVED NATURE!" Please, I endured more difficult trials growing up as a kid in my backyard. I don't think Cheryl Strayed is a terrible author, many people clearly love this book, but I personally felt that this was a cry for attention through and through.