May 10, 2009

Prelude to Chapter ONE

Every sunset which I witness inspires me with the desire to go to a West  as distant and as fair as that into which the sun goes down.  He appears to migrate westward daily, and tempt us to follow him.  We dream all night of those mountain-ridges in the horizon, though they may be of vapor only, which were last gilded by his rays.  It is a paradise, the Great West of the ancients, enveloped in mystery and poetry.  Life consists with wilderness. The most alive is the wildest.  NOT YET SUBDUED TO MAN, ITS PRESENCE REFRESHES HIM.  One who pressed forward incessantly and never rested from his labors, who grew fast and made infinite demands on life, would always find himself in a new country of wilderness and surrounded by the raw material of LIFE.

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Originally from Strongsville, OH, I spent 8 years in Raleigh, North Carolina and have since recently moved to Missoula, MT. I have been a runner all my life and have recently started pursuing ultra marathons. Any excuse to be outside and on the trails.