I began my outdoors journey in my twenties, following friends and a boyfriend who came up with the idea. From that first trip, I grew into an avid outdoorswoman, thru-hiking the Appalachian Trail with my husband and two friends. By my mid-30s I began taking my two daughters, who taught me about myself not only as outdoorswoman and mother but a woman in general. Another decade on, I decided I needed to explore alone for a while. The rough-hewn, grubby feminism that developed over the course of my personal and professional time in these wild places changed me—and maybe my daughters—forever. Going Over the Mountain charts that course with insight and (I hope) humor that any reader and outdoors lover can appreciate.