To Walk in Wilderness

For me, writing is exploring. Whether it's the surprising connections among people, the wondrous patterns of nature, or the mysterious wellsprings of the spirit—the universe beckons. I love to explore it, whether by foot or by pen.

The many moods of these places, reflecting the unending motions of sun and moon and clouds, became our friends, even when they caused us to shake with cold or drip with perspiration. During our journey, we followed every major drainage in the Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, right to the source; we walked on trails that the Ute Indians knew a thousand years ago; we met thirty-hour storms—and boundless wildflowers. It was an experience that left me forever changed, forever deepened. It was a gift of the land.