Three a.m. seems like an awfully early time to start celebrating a birthday, but when you’re in a place where the sun doesn’t set it really doesn’t matter what time you begin. At least that’s what we’d decided the day before my birthday. Starting the first day of our four-day hike while everyone else was still asleep, seemed like a great idea.
I know a man who is dismal at relationships. Like watching a child playing at being adult, this man pretends an adult part until bored, frustrated, or failing, he's unable to sustain the role any longer. It’s painful watching him. Like reading an essay on Hamlet written by someone who’s only ever seen The Lion King. Yet this man, who seems incapable of building long-term meaningful human connections, has one relationship I envy. He is connected to place.