On en est réduit à ça, maintenant. À explorer les trous de la carte, et à se mettre dans des situations impossibles. Muir tel qu’on le lit aujourd’hui, toute la vie de Muir est une nostalgie de la Sauvagerie, plus nulle part accessible, car la Terre n’est plus nulle part inconnue, sauf à s’imposer des défis absurdes, que mon corps trop âgé et pas a

Another kind of traveler requires to know in terms of maps exactly where he is pin-pointed every moment, as though there were some kind of safety in black and red lines, in dotted indications and squirming blue of lakes and the shadings that indicate mountains. It is not so with me. I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found, nor much iden

Whether on foot, on showshoes or by sled, into the summer hills and their late freezing shadows—a high blaze, a runner track in the snow would show where I had gone. Let the rest of mankind find me if it could. JOHN HAINES, THE STARS, THE SNOW, THE FIRE: TWENTY-FIVE YEARS IN THE NORTHERN WILDERNESS