The real and imagined river of doubt
I saw the story of his adventure on the History Channel a few years ago. He said of the trip, it was his "last chance to be a boy," among other notable quotes. It seemed a fool's errand. Kind of like climbing Everest (I read Into Thin Air and I can't get the images out of my head). To me this is a different kind of doubt. The good kind, like our instincts screaming at the top of their lungs to turn around.
I love this!
"..this terrain, a multifaceted ecosystem, will always pose dangers unforeseen and unknown. You can’t entirely remove ‘doubt’ from any face-off between humans and the wildest landscapes."
I spend so much effort trying to tame my creative river of doubt as if it must be mapped and conquered before I make my journey. It goes back to how I was saying on our Zoom that I had to step back from all the writing advice books for a while and return to trusting my inner compass.
I'm surprised TR died so young. The photographs always make him look older.