I Love Being Outdoors, Being

It Was Titillating To Brush Up Against The Enigma Of Mortality, To Steal A Glimpse Across Its Forbidden Frontier. Climbing Was A Magnificient Activity, I Firmly Believed, Not In Spite Of The Inherent Perils, But Precisely Because Of Them.

When You Forgive, You Love. And When You Love, God’s Light Shines Through You.

The Only Person You Are Fighting Is Yourself And Your Stubbornness To Engage In New Circumstances.

Alaska Has Long Been A Magnet For Dreamers And Misfits, People Who Think The Unsullied Enormity Of The Last Frontier Will Patch All The Holes In Their Loves. The Bush Is An Unforgiving Place, However, That Care Nothing For Hope Or Longing.

Hours Slide By Like Minutes. The Accumulated Clutter Of Day-to-day Existence — The Lapses Of Conscience, The Unpaid Bills, The Bungled Opportunities, The Dust Under The Couch, The Inescapable Prison Of Your Genes — All Of It Is Temporarily Forgotten, Crowded From Your Thoughts By An Overpowering Clarity Of Purpose And By The Seriousness Of The Task At Hand.