“SPRING HAD RETURNED to the high Himalaya, the way a bird settles down to nurture and warm the nest. Snowmelt punched and jabbed through the boulder-strewn Bhote Koshi River one thousand feet below my boots.” — Ed Abell Copy Share Image
“Life experiences create the bedrock of the individual, but we only see the open-air portion of the landscape.” — Ed Abell Copy Share Image
“SPRING HAD RETURNED to the high Himalaya, the way a bird settles down to nurture and warm the nest. Snowmelt punched and jabbed through… — Ed Abell Copy Share Image
“Tears had been slipping through the cracks every five or six steps on the trail, and now the latch had burst—hidden cries from the… — Ed Abell Copy Share Image
“And wondrous things can happen in life if we make ourselves available to new experiences.” — Ed Abell Copy Share Image
“When I raised my head and took my next breath, the air smelled like life. There were pieces of me the wind would keep,… — Ed Abell Copy Share Image
