Showing posts with label Philosophy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Philosophy. Show all posts

Thursday, August 6, 2009

There is a lesson in here somewhere


While wandering through the Yukon I observed more than once pictures like this one. Therefore this is not a singular occurrence. To quote Cool Hand Luke "what we have here is a failure to communicate". Two bull moose get in a territorial dispute and start butting heads.

Sometimes they lock and the unfortunate moose can not unlock them. The result is a death by starvation or being eaten by lesser predators taking advantage of the situation.

Note in the background of this picture the photograph of the full skeleton's of the moose. Some conflicts are futile and some noble. However before entering one it is best to think it through to keep from locking your horns up and not being able to undo that action.

Monday, March 16, 2009

"The Testicular Imperative"

The following words of wisdom are taken from an interview of Colin Fletcher by Mark Jenkins in Backpacker Magazine, July 1988,page 32.

Colin Fletcher was a legendary backpacker and prolific writer. His book "The Man Who Walked Through Time" chronicled his hike from rim to rim of the Grand Canyon. He authored numerous other books including "The Complete Walker" which in my opinion still is the greatest source of practical advice on backpacking and equipment.

Now back to the interview. Fletcher says ....

"Listen it's really quite simple. Walking gives me perspective. To me the idea that a beautiful grove of trees is like a cathedral is a lot of crap. The cathedral is like a grove of trees. Tisn't so much walking. It's what walking puts you in touch with.

Comes down to this: Either you got the world by them, or it's got you by them. You go out for a walk, a long walk, or just up the hill, and it loosens its grasp. You've wrenched them free. It's the testicular imperative."

Thursday, October 9, 2008

I was Born Under A Wand'rin' Star.

Like the "Paint Your Wagon" movie character, Ben Rumsom, played by Lee Marvin I was born under a wandering star. "Wheels are made for rolling" and I never saw a sight that didn't "look better looking back". The lyrics to this song match Marvin's rough voice. You can find a short video of Marvin singing this song on You Tube.
This picture shows the condition of the car I drove from Dawson City to Inuvik by way of the Dempster Highway.