What I learned as a trans granola girl

Over the years I’ve been transitioning, I’ve discovered that going outdoors into nature, into the wild; has become more difficult. Not just because I’m a woman now, but because I’m a transgender woman.

It’s not as simple as packing a bag and heading out anymore. Every trip requires planning, caution, and an awareness that most people don’t even think twice about.

I’ve had to ask:

Is this place safe for someone like me?

Will there be people around who might see me as a threat or worse?

Are there clear exits if something feels wrong?

Is there cell service in case I need help?

Things most folks can take for granted… I can’t.

When I was male-presenting, I never once considered how dangerous being alone in the woods could be. I didn’t think about how vulnerable I might be perceived—or how others might respond to my presence. I used to throw a backpack together and just go. No second thoughts. But things are different now.

I’ve become hyper-aware of my surroundings. I read the energy of people at trailheads. I trust my gut more than ever. I stay alert, and I always have a backup plan. Not because I want to be scared but because I want to come home.

And yet, despite all that, I keep going outside. I need to. Nature has become part of my healing, my growth, my joy. It reminds me who I am. It grounds me when the world feels hostile. It gives me space to breathe, to be still, to feel alive. It’s not just an escape it’s a return to myself.

I’ve learned how to make adventure possible again. I’ve learned how to find freedom with preparation, how to leave room for spontaneity even when safety has to come first.

It hasn’t always been easy but it’s made me stronger. Wiser. Softer in the right places, sharper in others.

I’ve come to love nature more deeply than I ever did before and in doing so, I’ve learned to love myself more too. 🌿🏳️‍⚧️

Photo location: Bells Canyon

Photo credit: My wonderful girlfriend, Kat!

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