
The last time my father and I took our semi-annual voyage into a yet-unexplored-by-us wilderness area, I was in a foul mood. The high stress of my job as a political reporter in Washington, D.C. had made me not the best of traveling companions. Yet we could not have picked a more pristine area, replete with a black bear that tore open our food bag while it hung in a pine tree, a portage trail where the howls of timber wolves echoed, and a tiny mouse that seemed to think our empty dessert tin was its new home.
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