“And this—this is your room,” he said. I stepped through the door, and my mouth fell agape. Hanging above the bed was a panorama of Mt Rainier; next to the closet, the North Cascades; and on the far wall, a portrait of Mont Blanc, reflected in a glassy alpine lake.
out and back
While driving to a friend’s house last summer, I had a vision. It appeared like a deer in the headlights. As soon as I arrived, I demanded a paper and pen. She happily obliged, easily detecting I was onto one of my wild hairs. I kneeled at the coffee table and a sketch emerged, a triangle with points labeled: coaching, creative, capital. Beside it, a smaller triangle: people, planet, profit.
living off love
Standing at the kitchen sink, that’s when it hit me. I finally understood what it means to live off the land. A year ago, while driving back to the Lower 48 from Alaska, I passed through a tiny corner of the Yukon Territory. An area roughly the size of California, its total population is 38,000. Never in my life had I seen a place so wild, so unadulterated…