Way Out There: Adventures of a Wilderness Trekker

Bushwalking, she said, is like meditation; she uses it to recalibrate, and she feels a sense of calm when she looks out at a landscape that is free of human habitation. I could relate to that.

thought that maybe what I really needed was an attitude adjustment.

knew they could easily rip a moose or caribou apart, yet I didn’t feel intimidated because they seemed tranquil and not at all antagonistic. Four of them relaxed on the ground, and the other two

was the day my trip was saved by a bag of dog food dropped from the sky.

always had the feeling that hiking in the Alps would be about giving up solitude for scenery, and I wasn’t sure I would appreciate the trade-off.

aurora borealis, six wolves on the Carcajou River, and a Dall sheep

I enjoy using my gear again; it’s like renewing old acquaintances whom I’ve shared good times with.

After dinner, as I stood in front of my tent, nursing my evening mug of hot chocolate and looking out over the valley, six wolves silently materialized out of the bush not more than ten feet from me.

progressed from an unwanted diversion to a serious problem. I knew nothing about dogs, never had one or even spent much time around one, but I sensed that we both knew he had come too far to get back home alone.