"Backpacking Around Here and There in the High Sierra."
"Things spread out, rolling and unrolling, packing
and unpacking.
This painful impermanent world.
Starting a glissade down a steep snow field, they say, Gary,
don't.
But I know my ice axe."
[LAUGHTER]
"Coming back down from--
coming back down the trail from Glacier Lake,
KJ lifts her t-shirt.
Look I'm getting boobs.
Two tiny points, age nine."
[LAUGHTER]
She won't let me read that poem, you
know, in her part of the world.
[LAUGHTER] She's 27 now.
[LAUGHTER]
"Down in the meadow, west end of Sand Ridge,
the mosquitoes bite everyone but Nanao and me.
Why?"
I never did know the answer to that.