Almost Every Magazine Piece I've Ever Written,

Getting To The Top Of Any Given Mountain Was Considered Much Less Important Than How One Got There: Prestige Was Earned By Tackling The Most Unforgiving Routes With Minimal Equipment, In The Boldest Style Imaginable.

Mountains Make Poor Receptacles For Dreams.

To The Contrary: His Life Hummed With Meaning And Purpose. But The Meaning He Wrested From Existence Lay Beyond The Comfortable Path: Mccandless Distrusted The Value Of Things That Came Easily.

That's What Was Great About Him. He Tried. Not Many Do.

I Mean, How Can You Not Be A Feminist If You Have A Brain In Your Head? If You’re Not A Feminist, Then You’re A Problem.