Confessions of a Lesbian Camp Ranger

A reality check after going bush

I grew up in Wellington so I was shaped by the wind.

I learnt to lean into it’s force on my walks to school. I became familiar with the sting it ripped up across beaches. I’ve been caught by those gusts that whip the breath from your lungs. I’d harness it’s power to dry my clothes and knew those same icy fingers would find me beneath any layer. I never …