On the houseboat I lost all track of time…
I really just let go of everything…
It’s that instant when you’re traveling ,
and you’ve finally arrived,
and you realize the journey is the destination.

He was obsessed with the Arctic, his imagination stoked by epic accounts of the doughty pioneers who had led wooden ships into uncharted waters and northern mists.

One of the intense pleasures of travel is the opportunity to live among people who have not forgotten the old ways, who still feel their past in the wind, touch it in stones polished by rain, recognize its taste in the bitter leaves of plants.