| "We entered the lower Hayes River, undoubtedly the most dangerous section of our trip, and agreed a fresh start in the morning was best. I hopped from one boulder to the next, working my way out to a flat ledge in the middle of the river, and listened to the churning waters, trying to perceive some message. Below me was an eddy. I felt just like it: clear in my purpose, connected to this place for the moment, but knowing I would soon be released into the surrounding fury, dancing around some very sharp rocks."
From the solitude of the deep wilderness to chance encounters with strangers who offer shelter or a meal, from wind-blown days spent exploring unspoiled islands to frightening spills in whitewater rapids, from the sight of wolves and polar bears to the scent of salt marshes and pine forests, outdoorsman Andrew Keith describes both a geographical and spiritual journey.
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