
Being outdoors is often referred to as an escape. An escape from the hustle and bustle; an escape from the rat race; an escape from normal life. Whether it be fly fishing, hiking, or simply standing in a wild place, these pursuits give a diverse group of people the feeling of liberation.
It is true. And it would be foolish to deny the sentiment.
Where the escape analogy begins to fall apart is the big picture.
Although trying and seemingly confining at times, normal life isn’t bad. Vocation, relationships, and just being a part of society are good things. Perhaps enough time has passed that contemporary man is unaware that it wasn’t so long ago that humanity was clamoring to escape from being outdoors. Escape from the rivers; escape from the rusticity, escape from nature red in tooth and claw.
In the big picture, it is apparent that our world is groaning. Humanity is groaning, too. The futility of fighting against nature, work, and each other propels people to escape. For aeons, those in wild places run to the cities and towns. Those in civilization flee to the water and the woods.
The desire to escape isn’t a result of modernity. It is a result of fallen humanity.








