5:30am on an Arctic morning and I was barefoot, standing in three inches of wet snow, wearing just my boxer shorts and holding a 12-gauge shotgun in my hand. That was the moment I realized the absurdity of what I…
Absurdity
The Names of Mountains
An unnamed tributary to the upper Sheenjek River in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, Alaska. In the Rockies of Colorado, where I spent a lot of time during my formative years, one of the things I loved (still do actually)…