Babur the dog, in the heart of the blizzard, stopped to savor the bouquet of a wet grass hummock. As we moved on the weather shifted, as did the sharp angles of the slopes, revealing new valleys on each side. My mind flitted from half-remembered poetry to things I had done of which I was ashamed. I stumbled on the uneven path. I lifted my eyes to the sky behind the peaks and felt the silence. This was what I had imagined a wilderness to be.
and paul salopek, who recently began his 7-year walk to retrace the migration path of early humans 'out of eden,' from Ethiopia across the middle east through Asia via Alaska down the western edge of the americas to the southern tip of chile.
