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it's an odd feeling, like that dream of being naked in the grocery store, because people who read Life on the Loose know too much about me. Maybe I should have reined in the personal stuff, but as I wrote, first readers encouraged me to bare my soul, put it all on the plate, and let readers in. Now that the book is in the public domain, my pain, my insecurities, my struggles with the learning curve in the guiding business are on the page for readers to gnaw on. What I am hearing from readers is that they are inspired, ready to step outside their comfort zone to create their own adventure. Recently I heard from someone who did just that. She left her husband at home, rented a car, drove 12 hours to the Smokies, and camped and hiked for two weeks. She returned refreshed, proud of her solo adventure. If Life on the Loose triggers latent adventurers to get out and do it, then I'm proud to say I wrote an honest book.