Almost every magazine piece I've ever written, I felt like I haven't done it justice, like it was just a gloss.

There is something special about a quiet untouched forest that just pulls you into the moment. Something that no parks will ever be able to achieve. Isn't that what we're all searching for in life? To just be happy and content in the moment, to just be there in the "now"?

But [Everett] and McCandless, at least they tried to follow their dream. That’s what was great about them. They tried. Not many do.

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.

Mountains make poor receptacles for dreams.

You should own nothing except what you can carry on your back at a dead run.

But somethings in life are more important than being happy. Like being free to think for yourself.