must admit that I was a little sad to see Trapper go. In the few days we were together, we covered a lot of miles, shared an adventure, and formed a nice bond.

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

On the other hand, maybe I was judging myself too harshly. Wasn’t fatigue the real culprit?

Was the Canol Project a triumph of human endeavor in the face of seemingly insurmountable obstacles, or was it simply a foolish idea pushed stubbornly to its conclusion? Once the pipeline was closed, the pump

today. It showed me that one should never be afraid of being afraid. I

came to … a world that was governed by the sand and the wind and the lie of the land. A world in which the things that mattered were the pack on your back, and sunlight on rough rock and the look of the way ahead. A world in which you relied, always, on yourself.”

The fifties are an interim decade of life, like the thirties. In the thirties, one still has the energy of one’s twenties, combined with the judgment (sometimes) of the forties. In the fifties one still has the energy of one’s forties, combined with the composure of the sixties. The forties are the old age of youth and the fifties the youth of old

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.

Neither of us was complaining. In a situation like that, you try to enjoy what you can and block out what you can’t.