wolfhounds1

About me:

I am the wreckage of a life-long adrenalin junkie. In my time, I have been fortunate enough to be the father of a beautiful and brilliant daughter, a wounded and decorated Veteran (Bronze Star, for "heroism in ground combat," according to the citation), a long-distance dog musher, a professional journalist and news photographer, a remote-camp manager (in northern Alaska), an equipment operator, an avalanche specialist, and a sommelier, among other things. I spent a dozen years living in a cabin in the Brooks Range (with grizzly bears and wolves for neighbors), I've skied on glaciers, stood on ground where no human had stood before me (ever), camped out at -70 F, survived a seven-hour trip to the nearest hospital after chainsawing my knee (125 stitches), hiked 15 miles out of the mountains with a fractured lumbar vertebra, been hit by avalanches twice on foot and three times while operating heavy equipment, survived an 11-hour surgery on my cervical vertebrae, and, quite frankly, I could use a rest. I was informed, prior to my cervical surgery, that there was an even chance I would wake up a quadriplegic. I beat the odds on that, too, but emerged from the experience with a serious limp, which precludes my previous "action-figure" life style. That being the case, I've had to adjust my sights and aim for less physically demanding pursuits, such as writing and photography. I've been delighted to discover there is plenty of room between my ears to play and explore. I am still discovering my interior, while trying to conquer my limp. I expect those projects to keep me happily busy for the foreseeable future. If I get my legs back under me, I hope to visit Lake Baikal in Siberia, Angel Falls in Venezuela and Machu Picchu in Peru.