Angela Kelsey

Tell the Story

in the good company of women

Filed in Stories, voices :: August 24, 2010

Denali In 2002, I went to Alaska to hike.  I was with nine other women from all over the country; Mary, our guide from Fairbanks; and Marian Marbury, CEO of Adventures in Good Company.

I’m in the brown cap next to the “I.”

I discovered the pleasure of traveling alone.

I became reacquainted with my nearly lifelong need to write.

With the rest of the group spread out in front of and behind me on a trail near the Talkeetna River, a little bit afraid that
I had taken a wrong turn, ultimately sure that I was in exactly the
right place, I sensed the presence of God as never before.

I watched bears, Dall sheep, beaver, and caribou. I was in awe of the grace of moose.

I slipped on rocks but did not fall.

I ate a peanut butter and cheese sandwich.

I bent down to photograph wild rose, lupine, and bluebells, dwarf fireweed, Eskimo potato, and moss campion, tundra plants whose elaborate coping mechanisms for living in difficult conditions produce  unique beauty.

I read the poetry of Mary Oliver and Robert Service for the first time.

I walked along a train trestle and stomped through mud, playing more than I did as a child.

I told the truth about my life, and the shame I feared did not materialize.

I laughed out loud and cried openly.

I  returned home to spend another five years on the failed project of my marriage. Part of me wants to type “Big. Mistake.”  But it wasn’t.  It was the path I needed to travel to get here.

“Here” I recognize the importance of spending time with other women, of tending to friendships with women as much as I tend to my relationship with a man.  My new relationship is with a man who is slightly incredulous when I wonder if he minds if I travel.

This year I flew alone to New York City and to Columbia SC to visit women friends.  And in November I’m going on another trip with Adventures in Good Company, this time to Utah to hike in Bryce and Zion National Parks, with women I’ve yet to meet.


Because when women are with other women,we don’t apologize for things we can’t control.

We tell the truth.

We feel peace and space.

We are comfortable in our bodies and our strength.

We are open to ecstatic experience.

We’re less worried that someone else is bored, or
uncomfortable, or hungry, or tired, and more able to make sure that we’re
content, warm, fed, and rested.

We are willing to break taboos that have limited us.

We speak a language that can range from a shorthand code that cuts to the bone of deep truth, to a longhand dissertation that extracts every possible juicy nuance from a look, a book, or a verbal exchange, no matter how small.

I found this scrap, a quote from Oscar Wilde, tucked into my 2002 journal, from a woman who passed through my life for a week but who has returned eight years later to give us a gift:

Angela-note-Alaska Trip

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