I’m driving down Alaska’s Parks Highway when I see it. “That’s McKinley,” I say, as I pull over for a better view. My mouth is dry. Even though we’re 80 miles away, it looms large in the distance, its great white shoulders hulking up above the horizon and making the world seem small in comparison. Continue reading
I am standing on the open-air viewing platform of Alaska’s Gold Star Dome railcar, a mimosa in one hand, camera in the other, and the view is spectacular. We are passing by Kenai Lake, and the scenery, a reflection of mountain and sky on water, is one of God’s masterpieces. Continue reading
Wilderness is important, and not just to preserve the environment that we live in, but also to preserve our collective sanity. Yes, it’s important to protect endangered species simply because they deserve it, but it’s more important to preserve, to the extent possible, all that is wild, and savage, and brutal, and beautiful, and genuine in the world, not just for our own sakes, but especially for our children and grandchildren, because it is they, more than any other generation, who have inherited a world devoid of reality, truth, and beauty, and one badly in need of sanctuary from the constant bombardment of (((media))) messages, most of which are designed to deaden our senses and bludgeon us with lies so absurd that only an imbecile or a madman would have believed them only a generation ago. Continue reading
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