Tracking Oneself To The Source

Here is a sample of writing from my notebooks kept in that age before I relied on the Internet or anything too technical for communications. These are scanned photos of a write up from a journal that I must have transcribed some long time ago and then thrust into a scrap book stored with old photos. This piece is built from a journal kept on a November 1993 backpacking trip in the Trinity Alps, praying for snow, touching earth. It is worth the read, at least maybe just for kicks, but also to think a little about identity with place, and the long journey of this life of mine.

"It is possible to look upon humans and their civilization as a biological and geological force not qualitatively different from the volcanic eruptions, glaciations, and other catastrophes that have disturbed organic evolution. Nuclear wars and wholesale industrial pollution may do life on earth more damage than a billion years of exploding volcanoes, but anthropoid greed and convection currents in the earth's mantel seem about equally random and senseless. Molecules swimming in the skull of a primate or sixty miles underground - what's the difference? Both explode when pressures get critical." -- David Rains Wallace from The Klamath Knot

Pray for snow!