
From the Outside
The grainy, old photograph showed a kid in his mid-teens, wearing jeans, pack boots, a hat and parka, standing on a river bank in a veil of wood smoke. The image ignited a flood of memories and set me off to find a journal entry from January, 1978, to “ground truth” those memories, because the lad in the photo was me. Stunningly, I had the foresight of writing down at least some rudimentary details of my numerous outdoor adventures by that time, and if it is possible to be grateful to one’s former self, I am.