Ever been curious about multi-day dog sledding? I was. So off to Saskatchewan I went! Check it out here: With one mittened hand death-gripping the handle bar, I lift the metal hook that tethers me to the snow. And we’re off, chasing our instructor’s sled down the snowy embankment onto the frozen, oceanic expanse of Saskatchewan’s Churchill River. It’s a crisp February day in the 20s but who can focus on that? The team of four high-energy husky-mutts surges and pulls like a carnival ride.
John Muir On Mt. Ritter: After scanning its face again and again, I began to scale it, picking my holds With intense caution. About half-way To the top, I was suddenly brought to A dead stop, with arms outspread Clinging close to the face of the rock Unable to move hand or foot Either up or down. My doom Appeared fixed. I MUST fall. There would be a moment of Bewilderment, and then, A lifeless rumble down the cliff To the glacier below. My mind seemed to fill with a Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse Lasted only a moment, when life blazed Forth again with preternatural clearness. I seemed suddenly to become possessed Of a new sense. My trembling muscles Became firm again, every rift and flaw in The rock was seen as through a microscope, My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision With which I seemed to have Nothing at all to do. Gary Snyder