The Sun Is a Compass: A 4,000-Mile Journey into the Alaskan Wilds

He’s a study in contrasts, a rare person who sees little conflict in owning many identities at once.

But we’ve known the power of the wild, the all-consuming demands of rain and snow and wind, the callousness of mountains and rivers. We’ve been cared for by strangers. We’ve felt part of something much

The certainty that comes from being loved.

When he slows down, he told us, he can see and feel so much more. Plus, he likes the physical challenge.

After almost five months, movement brings stillness. Movement brings peace.

After almost two months in the constant company of the sea, we will head inland, traveling north into Canada’s Yukon. If our mountain crossing goes well, we’ll be in Whitehorse in less than two weeks.

Oh, no, the current is so close.” Then, in a single, impossible motion, the animal channels its energy into its core and, like a spring released, launches onto its feet. Prancing, it high-steps along the steep bluff. When it eventually darts up the embankment into the brush, I clap my hands, the mother in me washed with relief.

Even social media and Internet platforms have changed how we do our work, adding millions of observers around the globe and providing sample sizes much larger than anything a single study could achieve.

alcoholic; a shower and four walls provided to me right now. The line between words and actions quickly becomes blurred, so we don’t usually speak of our deepest doubts, or acknowledge that we could cause our own undoing. Today I don’t care. I can think of no reason to continue,