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No Woman Left Behind

Por Maricruz Zarate

I love how the phrase Yo Cuento is ambiguous and can take on several meanings. It can mean “I tell a story”, but it can also mean “I count” or “I matter”.  The latter stands out to me the most because, for a long time, I didn’t think I mattered in the outdoors. I don’t look like your average outdoor enthusiast and I wasn’t until about 6 years ago when I discovered the beauty of nature and my passion for hiking and building community. 

I was never exposed to the outdoors growing up and honestly, I didn’t think I belonged outdoors because of my size and inexperience. All that changed shortly after I moved to San Antonio, Texas. I went on my first guided hike at the gorgeous Friedrich Wilderness Park in 2018, and I was hooked! The peace I felt after the challenging hike was not what I expected. I was excited and eager to hike more and spend time in nature. So, my journey began. 

I looked up local hiking groups and found a few on Facebook and on Meetup. I joined a beginner’s hiking group. I was not in the best shape and hiking was new to me, but I felt safe going with “beginners” and I was excited to participate and immerse myself in nature. Unfortunately, I was left behind on this hike. I couldn’t keep pace and the small group of hikers I was with continued on without me. The lack of compassion and empathy I experienced was heartbreaking. It was very disappointing, but little did I know that this negative experience would ignite a passion in me and launch me into the most positive experience of my life so far. 

That moment motivated and inspired me to create a women’s hiking group, and not just any hiking group, but a group that would include plus-size women like me. I didn’t know what to expect, but I hoped that women would join me. I had always thought of myself as a follower, so this was way outside of my comfort zone. I was nervous and hesitant, but I felt in my heart that I could not be the only one who had been made to feel excluded in the outdoors. It couldn’t just be me. So, I took a leap of faith and created my first hike on Meetup.com. At first, I’d have small groups of women, but over the next few months, the group began to grow and ladies of all ages, shapes, and sizes started joining me outdoors. 

I started the group over 5 years ago and it has grown to be more than I ever imagined. I’m thankful for the ladies who have come alongside me to help lead hikes all around San Antonio and the Texas Hill Country.  I’ve tried my best to model the values of compassion and empathy that I hold dear, as a reminder that the group’s focus is not on speed or distance; rather, the heart of the group lies in connection and growth. As a result, there is a sense of solidarity that emanates from our core principle – NO WOMAN LEFT BEHIND. I believe this promise gives each of us the courage to step outside our comfort zone and the freedom to be our most authentic selves. It connects us with women who want to build each other up, rather than race each other to the finish line. With a shared sense of unity, our group has grown from a hiking group into a sisterhood. 

Through the years many friendships have been cultivated and lives have been changed for the better, including my own! Starting this group has stretched me in ways I never expected. It’s caused me to step out of my comfort zone and challenged me numerous times. This so-called follower is now a leader. My eyes have been opened to the importance of community, and it’s inspired and helped me grow in other areas of my life. I’ve had numerous ladies tell me how the group has changed their lives. With every cuento they share, my heart overflows with joy and reminds me how much yocuento and how every woman who hikes with us does too. 

Yo Alcanzo: #SheSePuede

por Dani Reyes-Acosta

Lo alcanzamos? Loaded with meanings, this word stays with me, constantly. At every stage of my life, I’ve discovered different aspects of its significance, complexities unfolding as I ascend deeper and higher into the mountains. For this child of the sun, descendant of Filipino-Mexican immigrants and Spanish-Mexican settlers, alcanzar brings expectation and fear, together with possibility and reaching. Together, these meanings define me. Alcanzo lo que puedo. Sueño en posibilidades.

Expectation and Fear

Born in Santa Monica, California, I spent the first fifteen years of my life near the ocean. Surfing, biking, and swimming ruled my childhood in Playa del Rey, nearly as much as piano practice and extra homework. As my Tata reminded me once: “My little Danielle will be a great doctor or lawyer.” My father would have added “…or concert pianist.”

I’m not quite sure if the expectations on my young shoulders weighed heavier from the memory of recent immigration or our history as Californios. But expectation drove me to achieve in a way that I never questioned and appreciated only later in life. Expectation meant doing well, because no other option existed. It was for this reason that my mother had worked her summer breaks from UCSB in the grape fields. Inasmuch my father seemed to be established in Los Angelino culture, in our church, in our neighborhood, I sensed, deeply, the work he put in. Success wasn’t given: it was earned.

I remember the togetherness of our family’s experiences: annual trips to Mammoth or Big Bear showed me that car trips in the Cadillac could take us to wonderful places. Camping in the mountains of Southern California or gazing out the windows of Yosemite’s Awhawnee gave me a glimpse into a future I never expected I’d embrace.

When life took me to Fresno, in California’s Central Valley, I found adolescent solace in distance runs under the baking sun. I paddled for inner peace in the surf while attending the University of California, Santa Barbara (UCSB). I worked, tirelessly, to make lemonade from the lemons that life had given me.

When my maternal grandmother, who grew up in El Centro, CA, mocked the Castellano accent I’d picked up from studying abroad in Spain after my father’s death, I gazed at the palm trees rustling against an electric blue sky. I belonged out there, with the wind.

“The mountains have my heart, but the ocean owns my soul”.

Possibilities and Reaching

When I moved to Oregon for a competitive corporate job, I had two choices for recreation: volver al mar, a place I knew, or turn to the mountains. Nostalgia me llamó: the mountains held the secrets of my childhood, a happiness I hadn’t known for years. I bought a ski pass. I taught myself to snowboard. It was like surfing, a sport I’d known since 14. My employer had an indoor rock climbing gym; intimidated by the high-tech machines and former Olympic athletes found throughout the rest of the building, I went there to explore. The vertical realm intrigued me.

Six years and six countries later, an urge to explore the upper realm of lo posible has taken me to mountains like the Andes, Cascades, Coast Range, Rockies, Sierra Nevada, and Tetons. I’ve ticked off notable ascents (climbing) and descents (splitboarding aka backcountry snowboarding) not just for the sake of achievement, but often for something simpler. Joy and healing couple nicely with personal growth and empowerment.

My journey to climbing, together with hiking, camping, and snowboarding, didn’t just teach me that recreation could be a declaration of freedom. It was also an act of dissent, a rejection of a broader system and society that often tore me down and betrayed me. It was an assertion to my right for self-care and self-determination. Climbing and snowboarding didn’t just provide the happiness or empowerment many of us seek; they also gave me hope.

“Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.”

Audre Lorde

The tiny spark of hope I found hiking on the trail, climbing at the crag, or snowboarding down steep snowy faces turned into something bigger. The fire inside me began to burn brighter, stronger. Si alcancé subir this mountain all by myself, what else could I do? Could I hike by myself, lead climb up a tower, or build a community that supported me, unequivocally, in all I do? Could I put my energy and time into things that really mattered to me, and build a career and life I love?

Mountains give me a lens to see the role choice plays in my life, every single day. From the results yielded by the hours put into training or the support I receive from the community I’ve cultivated, intention guides where my energy goes.

Out here, up here, life looks different, feels newer. I can see that we are just individual musical notes in a symphony beyond our comprehension. So I risk things: playing my own tune, finding my own key. I step out of my comfort zone, often, and find rewards I never thought possible. I risk failure, too, because I know there will always be a lesson.

My experiences in the backcountry have helped me find my truest self and start to realize my greatest potential—whether as an individual or member of a bigger community. This is the joy of embracing that I am part of this ecosystem; this is why I go outside.

En búsqueda de los límites de lo posible o ser parte de la vida que nos rodea: por eso, me voy afuera.

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Dani Reyes-Acosta is a freelance brand strategist, educator, writer, and advocate redefining who plays outside and how we build community with others on this planet. She is also a splitboarder, climber, runner, and waterwoman partnering with several organizations to build a better future. Her work explores regenerative economies in the American West, how heritage and adversity inform identity, how inclusive marketing can pave the way to the future, and more. Learn more at DaniReyesAcosta.com.

Lifelong Connection

por Cristina Gamboa

I was born and raised in the Central Valley of CA (close to eastern side of the Sequoia national park). My earliest and fondest memories of being outdoors are camping with my family every summer for as long as I can remember. If I imagine hard enough, I can still smell my mom making homemade tortillas at 5am in the morning to make papas and huevo taquitos for us to take on the road before we headed off in a VERY packed car. I come from very humble beings and we were not able to travel as many families do over the holidays and summer months. To be honest, I didn’t really know that was a thing until I was older. For our family, I could always count on our weeklong camping trip in the summer to Lake Nacimiento. It was filled with mischief between my brothers and I and simple good fun as a family.

As I got older, being outdoors and taking on adventure has meant different things for me. While in college and in graduate school, being outdoors was an inexpensive way to continue to see the world around me. It has allowed me to make some amazing friends, see some amazing places, and I loved to feel like I was taking my family with me by sending them postcards from my travels. After hearing of my trips my mom would (and still does) respond with “aye mija, que bonita”. I felt proud to show them the places I was going.

“The majority (90%) of my patients are Latinx and many farmworkers. It is hard for them to find time to be outdoors for leisure. After a long day working in the fields the last thing they can imagine doing is being outdoors “for fun”.

Now, as a physician being outdoors has become a necessary means to decompressing. I like to think of it as my place to recharge and hiking as my moving meditation. Of course, my to do lists creep into my head but mostly I am able to appreciate the beauty around me and return to work refreshed to care for my patients.

Currently my husband and I are in Utah. He’s remote teaching and I’ve been getting into solo mischief in the Slot Canyons for Escalante Grand Staircase and doing day hikes in Bryce NP.

There are so many health benefits to being outdoors. I practice in Watsonville, CA as a Women’s Health physician. Obesity is on the rise in young women and Latinx community in general. I routinely encourage my patients to be more active. The majority (90%) of my patients are Latinx and many farmworkers. It is hard for them to find time to be outdoors for leisure. After a long day working in the fields the last thing they can imagine doing is being outdoors “for fun”. But I encourage them to do what they can and find a housemate to go for a walk with and catch up.