Way Out There: Adventures of a Wilderness Trekker

Sometimes when you just let yourself go with the flow, things work out very well in the end.

My Montana blisters healed, and I was left with lasting recollections of a splendid time in a marvelous natural setting.

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

The Twitya had a reputation. I already knew how cold the water would be, and this river would be much bigger than any of the others I had crossed. And it was getting closer. Two days had

Spending the summer in the mountains, I began to sense that there was a certain rhythm and pace to the natural world. It was characteristically calmer, slower, and more deliberate than the artificial, helter-skelter rush of city living.

how to find solitude and avoid the crowds in the big national parks like Yosemite, Yellowstone, and the Great Smokies. I flipped through the pages and noticed another

All of the planning, anticipation, and expense I put into this dream of hiking the Canol Trail had become jeopardized by a chance encounter with a dog.

Was my attitude wrong? Should I have been more humble, less cocksure?

was a jumble of diverse emotions: enormously relieved, severely chastened, and psychologically drained.