I finally found time this afternoon to type in a newspaper article I wrote back in 1994 about a student who spends his summer vacations trekking across some of the more remote parts of the world.
This won a second place award in a state journalism competition, though that always seemed weird to me since I wasn’t the one who almost gotten eaten by bears.
Anyway, the story is here:
‘I was not just going to be eaten without doing anything about it’.