A paragraph from the book I just can’t seem to actually finish… maybe that is the point; maybe it is not supposed to be finished…
“Just south of the lodge known as Bell II, I look through a clearing in the forest and see for the first time Canada’s great and glaciated Coast Range. Craggy peaks engulfed in ice and nary a road any where near them, I feel a washing aesthetic come over me, similar to seeing for the first time in many years the Canadian Rockies weeks earlier. I am coming home to a place I have never been, and a heartache for all things wild and free develops within, and a budding sense of realism penetrates all that this pedal north is becoming. Thoughts of my past life in Moab are becoming a distant memory, with visions of the North encompassing all of me and all I will become. This place, the Cassiar, her mighty rivers and expansive forest, begin to feel oddly familiar. There is a vague yet noticeable tinge of something ancient in these forests; something unexplainable that has catapult me into a womb of wilderness and animals. I see a Black Bear, then another, then another. The concepts of the modern world drifting from my heart; the destruction I feel I have left behind, the crying of a world gone mad, and the never ending forest are all I see now. In retrospect, I am quite certain that it was at this point my life changed forever. Never again could I be satisfied or feel safe in a world full of madness and decay. Here, my heart lost in a sea of timber and mountains, I see nothing but balance and I could never again return to what I had left behind. I was still a long way from Alaska, and if what I was experiencing here was only a precursor, I felt I might simply explode when I arrived in what the Athabascan’s call, “The Great Land”.”
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Right on Justin… Thanks for the inspiration. I seem to be at a deadend with it, but there is still a glimmer of hope of actually finishing. Be well!
No great works are left unfinished.
Haha! Maybe it is not a great work then! Hard to say what the future holds…
What book is this from?
Hey Justin… it’s just a paragraph from a book that I have been attempting to finish (writing)… It may never happen. The future is a mysterious place to us all!
Ahh! I thought you meant you couldnt finish READING it, not WRITING it. That’s fantastic that you are doing this. I have some vague dreams of writing a book one day. It seems like such a cathartic thing to do.
When you finish it, I’m buying a copy.