Everyone should spend time off the grid at some point in their lives. I know… I know… Now, you might be wondering where this article could possibly go to either encourage you or discourage you from going off the grid. And if you’re already in the adulting life phase, it might not be a feasible reality. Although, you can still do a long weekend camping in the backcountry (as an alternative). Let me tell you my solo female backcountry experience and the profound things going off the grid taught me.
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It is no wonder there have been many famous books published about what I’m about to share with you.
Notably, and available on Amazon, such as Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer and Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Coast Trail by Cheryl Strayed.
Either way, stay with me, keep reading, and you’re likely to be intrigued or inspired with my true story going off the grid for a summer internship in Utah and the seven life lessons learned.
First, we will start with the back story.
To explain, I moved away from home at 18 to attend college. I was a young girl from a small town in South Dakota who couldn’t wait to see how big the world truly was.
The travel bug must have been inherited from my parents, who lived all over the world due to my late father’s 20+ year career as a marine.
As a young woman, I had zero desire to marry and start a family. To emphasize, I was a lone wolf in this venture. I could feel it in my blood. However, there was a calling to see the world, travel, and experience as many new things as possible.
Significantly, that dream came true upon receiving a full academic scholarship to a college in Western Colorado. It was the golden ticket to the next phase in my life.
I didn’t know anyone when I moved away to go to college states away from my family, but I knew other things were calling my name. A quiet whisper and invisible force were pulling me in a new direction. You couldn’t see the force or touch it, but it was undeniably there. It was a feeling deep in the gut, the soul.
I went to undergraduate school in Western Colorado, an incredible outdoor recreation mecca.
I spent four years in college exploring the outdoors with the Outdoor Program and never wanted the adventures to end. We traveled all over the desert Southwest and even Central America.
I had read Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey and dreamed of experiencing everything Abbey described. The desert had called to me since I moved to Western Colorado to go to college. Desert Solitaire is available on Amazon.
My friends and I spent a lot of time in Utah recreating outdoors, rafting, kayaking, camping, and hiking. In fact, I never wanted to give that part of myself up.
Nevertheless, moving home did not call to me after graduating college.
Being a desert rat, as Abbey says, was high on my life priority list at the time. As a matter of fact, living in the desert and finding a job was my number one life motive.
Like all senior soon-to-be graduates anxious to brave the adult world, I found the internship before graduating with help from an advisor. The summer after graduation, I secured a position working for a network bridging newly emerged science graduates with the National Park Service.
I had landed a sweet post-grad internship working in the desert outside.
I was elated with the opportunity!
After all, I chose my undergraduate degree in Biology because I love nature and being outdoors. There were also super high hopes of working for the National Park Service as a career.
In this case, not truly understanding what I had signed up for, all that mattered at the time was that the job meant being outdoors conducting qualitative and quantitative plant and soil surveys for the National Park Service in Utah.
Utah, one of my favorite places in the world. A dream come true!
Th next thing I knew, graduation came and went, and I moved to Moab, Utah.
The day after graduation, I was driving to Moab to start work.
It was May. I said my goodbyes. Significantly, they were hard goodbyes to my parents, who had driven from South Dakota for my graduation. I wished we would have had more time together. I always wished for more time together… but our life journeys were different. Even though it was hard, the reality was our paths were different. Little did I realize I would never live close to my folks again.
I had nothing but my backpacking backpack filled with summer clothes, toiletries, hiking boots, Chaco sandals (like these), my car, and camping gear.
I left everything behind in a storage unit except my dog. By all means, the dog went to stay with my parents for the summer. I didn’t have a choice. I had a job, I needed to make money, I was already dirt poor, and the dog couldn’t come with me on the job.
Despite having this opportunity, it was sad leaving the dog behind and saying my goodbyes. But I persevered and did what I had to do.
Nonetheless, I drove off into the sunset west towards Moab and stayed in a hostel.
I learned about hostels backpacking through Central America in college with the Outdoor Program. Hostels were a cheap place to lay my head. Cheap was important back then. I had very little money. I’m talking like I felt rich if I had $100 in my checking account.
Once getting to Moab, I was to report to Arches National Park. I had nowhere to live and stayed at the hostel temporarily in Moab until the work hitch started.
Now, you might be wondering what a young 21-year-old girl was doing living alone in a tent at a hostel in Moab, Utah. Well, I have answers for you.
I wanted to brave the world! I wanted to see the world and be independent. It was that simple.
Staying at the hostel wasn’t bad. There were showers and bathrooms. I would explore Moab. Hike around a little. I didn’t veer too far from places I already stomped around in college. Besides, work was starting soon.
Upon moving to Moab, I got a library card and spent time reading and chilling.
This is where I discovered what it meant to be an introvert; although, there was no label for it at the time I was accustomed to.
This is where I began to grow into myself as an independent woman. I liked being alone. I especially liked being alone outdoors.
The next thing I knew, the first work hitch was on the way.
Once the hitch started, I would camp in a tent alongside a group of my fellow field researchers in the middle of nowhere, Utah. It is true; this is no exaggeration. There were six of us on a hitch. We were in the middle of nowhere.
The parks have different districts, and we would work in locations people never would go or could not go without backcountry permits.
Plus, you’re not (the general public) supposed to be off-trail as not to damage the delicate biological soil crust and slow-growing desert flora. We would work off-trail. It was part of conducting research.
The experience was everything I had hoped for. I was living my life as a true outdoors-woman, a true desert rat, as Edward Abbey would say, and it was a dream come true.
Going off the grid, in the Utah backcountry, I saw incredible landscapes of the desert Southwest.
Since this was years ago, I forget the exact amount of time, but a hitch lasted eight or nine days, and then we got six or five days off. The gist was to get 80 hours in two weeks, and the rest of the days, you were off.
As I was saying when on a hitch, I had the company of my five teammates. All were incredibly smart scientists, field biologists, and botanists. I would describe each team member as incredibly courageous. Each taught me so much that my 21-year old soul absorbed like a sponge.
You see, only two of us were recent college graduates (interns) on the team. The other four teammates were seasoned park service employees, experts in their fields, knowledgeable individuals, one of which was a published author. It was an honor to know them every time I look back in time.
We all lived in our tents during the hitch and brought what would fit in the work trucks. We hauled our own water in plastic blue seven-gallon jugs from Moab. Anything cold had to live on ice in coolers trucked in with us. We packed enough food, water, clothes, and gear to last through the hitch. This required planning.
There was no electricity, showers, running water restrooms, or grocery stores. There was NO ONE ELSE but the six of us. Like, literally…
So, yeah… I didn’t have access to creature comforts. This is where I started learning to be comfortable in my own skin. There were many personal epiphanies about having modern-day commodities and how blessed I was to be living in the U.S. as a free woman.
I learned how precious fresh water, electricity, beds, showers, toilets, running water, and fresh food was. The contrast in my life choices started to become blatantly obvious – the contrast between living and going off the grid, then living in everyday society.
You see, in college, my friends and I went on backpack trips, whitewater rafting trips, but I think the longest I ever went without showering was a week. Living in the desert this one summer took backcountry and going off the grid to a whole ‘nother level.
When I wasn’t on a hitch, I would drive to Moab and camp along the Colorado River or down Potash Road north of Moab… alone. Just me, myself, and I. I looked for public land to camp for free. Again, I was dirt poor.
And, the money I had saved I used to buy a new Trek road bike! Ha, young adult life priorities...
Cell phone reception was spotty. This was over 15 years ago. It’s probably better now, maybe… I’d check in with my parents, so they knew I was still alive (wink).
I’d hit the grocery store, the library, then go back to whatever place in the sand along the river I found to be a temporary home. My two-person tent was perfect and cozy. I slept a lot, read, journaled, pondered all aspects of my life.
At the time, the entire experience was just something I was doing. It was all I knew to do. Besides moving home after college, it was the only option I had. It was the only option I wanted. I wanted to be a desert rat, like Edward Abbey describes in Desert Solitaire.
In the beginning, I never thought I would look back and say it was an experience of a lifetime. I never thought people living in a developed nation like the U.S. would most likely never experience what I have experienced.
Going off the grid was an experience that changed me – an experience that blossomed me into a tough young independent woman.
I loved being outdoors. I learned how to make things last way longer. Water, food, not showering, not washing my hair, not washing my clothes, and dealing with crazy weather. I learned how to janky fix most things with duct tape. Ha! I learned how to make do (e.g., sponge baths)!
I was okay with it. The reason I was okay with it all was that it was fun. I was braving the world. I was Braving the Wilderness, as author Brene Brown says.
Being independent was taken to a new level. It was an incredible experience.
I saw unique places in the U.S. There was an opportunity to learn more about plants and the desert soil. The opportunity was an honor of a lifetime. Nature was teaching me and providing me with lifelong knowledge, some of which is hard to articulate.
I had actually written my undergraduate thesis on Biological Soil Crust and Its Importance to the Colorado Plateau. I truly loved the desert, beyond academia.
Living in the desert off the grid taught me a lot of things…
Living in the desert off the grid taught me to really appreciate the little things. For example, as the summer went on, every time we had an opportunity to get in the work truck, escape the gnats, and turn on the A/C was a heavenly treat. Like HEAV-EN-LY!!
Don’t worry; the gnats were only bad when it wasn’t windy! They were tolerable depending on where we were.
We used to rub the body parts gnats liked to bite the most (nose, ears, pant line, corner of the eyes) with this stuff called sun salve to keep the nasty gnats at bay! Sun salve is available on Amazon. At last, we scored desert gold. Sun salve is a desert life hack. No joke.
Sometimes I would looooong to wash my hair or take a hot shower.
This is where I learned grit.
Yes, sand grit was in my hair (haha), but I’m talking grit-grit – like old west grit and grace.
Specifically, I learned tenacity and perseverance. I realized even more what it meant to be courageous and free.
In that time of my life, I was determined to live a life I wanted for myself and was cooking up how I was going to get it, no matter how lonely it was.
Living off the grid taught me a level of respect for myself, peers, and nature that I would never have ever had the opportunity to experience in any other environment. We looked out for one another. We shared and were like family.
Hiking miles and miles of backcountry, no trails, through the desert can be hard work. I was in awe of the desert beauty.
There is no doubt in my mind why Arches, Canyonlands, and Capitol Reef are federally protected areas, after what I have seen, beyond the paved road for tourists. And, they should stay protected lands.
Nature will push you. Nature will hand you good days and bad days. Hot days, cold days, windy days, and wet days.
Under those circumstances, a newfound grit keeps you going. It keeps you doing your job. It keeps you persevering to a level you didn’t know you had inside of you.
Little did I know at the time that life would continue to challenge me in ways I would never understand. But I was equipped with grit that no one could ever take away from me. So, thank you, mother nature, for teaching me grit and grace.
Being outdoors hiking ten plus miles a day in 90 to 115-degree Fahrenheit weather will make you grow. I’m talking growth from a spiritual level.
Living off the grid, I promise you will grow from a place so deep within yourself you didn’t know it was there.
Was the inner growth due to sweating so much I detoxed the previous four years of college, was the sun cooking my brain cells slowly, or was I truly experiencing and receiving lessons from God, the Universe, or Mother Earth?
When you move, you grow. Because experience and education change us. There is no doubt going off the grid will make you grow from the inside out.
When we have challenges in life, even if it means you’re hot, you’re tired, you’re thirsty, you’re lost, you’re poor, you want a shower but can’t have one… I promise it will make you grow. It will make you tough.
Getting through challenges makes us learn to adapt. The better we adapt, the better we are equipped to deal with the world. Because life can be just as hard as it is beautiful. We have to be able to adapt.
We have to learn to be flexible and agile to be our best selves and live our best life.
And here’s the thing, at the time in my life this story talks about, being hot and thirsty was nothing compared to other curveballs life would throw as an adult. Curveballs such as the sudden loss of my father, my husband being injured, being bullied at work, being subject to systemic oppression in corporate America, heartbreak, loss of careers, loss of friends, loss of pets.
But challenging yourself or getting challenged and working through those challenges makes you a better person. I promise.
In other words, someone once told me to think of hard things in life as messages from angels teaching us a better way. I believe this to be completely true.
One of my favorite authors today is Gabrielle Bernstein. Bernstein has an uplifting Super Attractor 52 card deck where you can select a card to read each day with an uplifting message.
You can purchase the Super Attractor 52 card deck on Amazon.
One of my favorite cards says, “In stillness I receive.”
This is absolutely true. Going off the grid comes with quiet time. Quiet time means facing your thoughts – the good, the beautiful, but most importantly, the ugly.
It’s crucial life work to know yourself. Another reason I encourage everyone to live or spend time off the grid at some point in their lives.
As a result, there will be no hustle and bustle and silly mindless social influences.
You focus on living and surviving. Face the hard things. Grow from them. Know yourself. Then relish in the good stuff.
Author Marianne Williamson says in her book The Gift of Change, “God will teach us lessons in joy we need to learn. When we can’t seem to learn those lessons, God will teach us through pain.”
Available on Amazon, here is a link to The Gift of Change for those of you interested in Williamson’s fantastic work.
It’s just interesting food for thought. Provided that we HAVE to face our thoughts. All of them.
Subsequently, facing our thoughts helps us become the best person we can be for ourselves and humanity. We should all be serving for the greater good and seeking to be our highest selves.
It is important to realize that there is something about being in nature and running into fellow human beings in nature that kindles your faith in humanity.
When you see someone else hiking, mountain biking, walking the dog, riding horses, or whatever in the middle of nowhere, you both connect. You connect with giant smiles on your face, a little small talk, but there is a huge spiritual connection.
Have you ever felt it? Specifically, have you felt that spark? Truly, it’s a powerful thing.
As a matter of fact, the spark is a social connection of like minds, like souls, loving the wilderness.
Owing to mother nature and humanity, share the joy with others. Share your spark.
Going off the grid changes you. As a result, mother nature teaches you more about what is important in life. Mother nature teaches you to love yourself and to respect yourself. In turn, you respect others and mother nature.
As a result, you learn to trust your gut. Learning to feel what is right and what is wrong is an important life skill. You learn when you should fight and when you should flight. Don’t ever forget that. That is your superpower.
Because there will be things and people in society that will try to force you to forget that, for this reason, be true to yourself. Be your authentic and best self. Tap into your superpower.
All things considered, I hope you find this story compelling and intriguing.
All in all, I hope me sharing a very personal journey inspires you to find joy and happiness traveling and recreating outdoors.
In closing, even if living off the grid for an entire summer isn’t an option, camping for a weekend and connecting sure is.
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I’m a travel and outdoor recreation writer with dreams to inspire happiness through an outdoorsy lifestyle. I want to help people live their best life by sharing free adventure guides. The USA has been my backyard most of my life, and it’s the place where you’ll find most of our escapades! I’m married to an expat Argentine, chihuahua Mom, and am passionate about the environment. I hold a BS degree in Biology and MS in Environmental Policy & Sustainability. We camp in our Aliner often, love road trips, hiking, and SUP’ing!