Northern Dancer
Survivalist
When I head out, usually by myself, I'm looking for something. It's that something that governs my whole approach to what I do. It's what
makes it the pleasurable experience that I'm looking for and
desire most. So what exactly are you looking for
when you pick up pack and paddle?
Maybe it's the warmth of a campfire...
A fire crackled in the corner of the campsite, projecting long shadows on the surrounding area. The light cast by the flames danced across the dark
trunks of the trees, twisting and curing in obscure shapes and
providing a small radius off light. The fire itself was
pulsating; the glowing embers seemed to move in
rhythm with the flames, matching every dip and
sweep. It was mesmerizing to watch, colours
of orange and red gave way to yellow and
white near the centre, where the
emanating heat was the
greatest.
The dazzling sunset...
It was sunset. I watched with an unwavering gaze, as a fiery red orb of light slowly sank beneath the horizon, and threads of light lingered in the sky, mingling with the rolling clouds, dyeing the heavens first orange,
then red, then dark blue, until all that was left of the sunset
was chalky mauve, and then that melted away in turn as
darkness took over the sky. Sequin-silver stars like the
glowing embers of a dying fire winked down at me,
illuminating the tremendous curtain of sky and
then suddenly the clouds parted, and I
found myself looking at a lustrous,
argent disc casting brilliant rays
of moonlight onto
the dark ground.
So...exactly, what are you looking for?
