You come to a fork in the road. Which way do you go? It seems I always pick the way with trouble. Whether it is a grizzly hungry for cheese and the rest of my climbing gear, a couple of young orcas using my kayak as a "snowfence" for a meal of salmon or a stalled VW van in a dynamite zone with no clear way to escape other than diving off a cliff, I pick that way. Luckily, I'm still here to tell these stories and keep going out for more. When you get to the fork, look for trouble.
