25 January 2010
Literary Skiers 7
And what about Renée? The last words I heard directly from Renee were: Stop loving me. I suppose I shall never, never! fully recover from the pain of that separation.
Led by [a friend] we go high on the ridges of Teton Pass. Way up near timberline. Deep, soft snow. Trees shagged with snow, golden in the afternoon sun. We practice telemark turns -- too different -- I give up easily and contemplate the scenery. Suicidal plunges into the forest below. As always, I am consoled and comforted by the ready availability of death.
--Edward Abbey, Diary entry: 30 Jan 1980, Jackson Hole, Wyoming
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John Blaustein Photography
Thanks, Jeff, for the quote!