While I was in Alaska this last week I stayed in a cabin built by Rick, my friend’s dad. Rick wrote a book about that cabin and how he ended up in it, and on the dust jacket of that book is a picture of him by a window. That window still exists today, and I stood where Rick stood and looked at the same land that made him leave an executive job in New York City.
I’d never do what he did, but Rick’s story inspired me. It was a privilege to look out his window. I missed him by a few years; I wish I’d met him.
Edges Of The Earth, by Richard Leo. ISBN 0-8050-1575-2.