This article was first published in the Spring 2008 issue of Canoeroots magazine—get it at the links below.
“… The wilderness was like a church alright. EXACTLY like a church, like a huge creepy vastness haunted by an otherworldly stillness. I might as well have locked myself up in an empty Notre Dame Cathedral with a “do not disturb” sign on the door. The thought of five more hours of ear-ringing nothingness, to be followed by more of the same in total darkness, felt to me like being slowly asphyxiated by silence.
I am going to die.
And so I panicked…”
Get the full article in the digital edition of Canoeroots and Family Camping, Spring 2008, on our free iPad/iPhone/iPod Touch App or Android App or read it on your desktop here.
