Just weeks ago, I prepared my 13-year-old daughter for a five-day backcountry trip in Bears Ears National Monument; the trip was part of her school’s experiential curriculum. Her legs wobbled like a newborn faun’s as I hoisted a full pack onto her back and guided her arms through the straps. Her eyes brimmed with tears.

“Mom,” she said. “What if I can’t do this?”

Ruby has nocturnal epilepsy — often 30 episodes in one night. This leads to profound exhaustion during the day. So despite having been born into the seventh-generation of a Utah family, she has been hard-pressed to explore her home state’s public lands on foot. Instead, she’s floated through them on rafts and canoes. She’s been pulled across them in a sled, tied to a skier’s waist. She’s been carried by a horse, too, but before she was big enough to manage such a beast she rode on the back of a pack goat named Bert.