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Poem – What is Meant to Be
The day’s chaos subsides as the wind carries my worries away and the trees wrap their limbs around me, I close my eyes and the mountains appear. The day’s battle and the outcome set I relinquish the inner turmoil to the stars as I cross tundra and rivers setting up camp at the foot of…
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Returning Home
Dreams of home become reality and I will be heading back to Alaska in June. I am heeding the call of the Brooks Range and will be backpacking in the Romanzof Mountains for awhile. My spirit, my being, has become tarnished and lost in the daily chaos and chosen lifestyle. A remote expedition is sorely…