No Bull

hen I told my 16-year-old daughter I was going on a seven-or-so-mile round-trip hike alone last September, she acted like I was marching to my doom. Her vote of no-confidence was, I thought, laughable. Sure, I don’t generally hike alone. And, yes, I’ve always been more at home in a library than on a trail, but I’m not completely clueless in the wilderness. I can start a fire and pitch a tent. I sign in at every trailhead and follow the tenets of Leave No Trace. I tote along plenty of food and water and layers of practical clothing. And