I am living out my adolescent dream of travel and adventure.

Mystery is a resource, like coal or gold, and its preservation is a fine thing.

A journey is measured in friends, not miles.

New Orleans jazz is a complex and embracing art form that began about the same time as the blues and encompassed many of its excellences.

The hard wind we get around here on the eastern slopes of the Rockies is called a Chinook. It's a katabatic wind and comes from mountains to the west of us and the mountains to the south.

My concept of drama requires obstacles, and there's no obstacles in comfort.

I see many people trying to write well about the wilderness, and essentially failing. To me there are basically two aspects of a failed outdoor story. One is the phony epiphany on the mountain top.