I charged toward them, skiing as fast as I could, yelling at the top of my lungs. Every two or three pole strokes, I'd just yell. |
The sun was a nice, red ball and I was skiing right into it. I was just thinking it was a beautiful morning. |
When you're out there by yourself, all of sudden you start thinking about survival. You're thinking, 'God, what does this group of animals want? |