After your promise, how dare you to ask me to let your hearts be stained with the blood of those who are innocent of the deed that has been done to us by others?
“My name is Karoline Conradi Øksnevad,” she said, the words devoid of much inflection. But then, with greater emphasis: “You don’t know me. I am both no one and everyone.”
There were articles about backcountry skiing on those pages. Or rather, upon closer examination, a series of screeds. Here was a rant about initiating an early "lead change" to carve the perfect telemark turn, and another about how to lay down the perfect skin track
The reality is that if you have a constituency of voters who have no direct relationship with the natural world, why would they ever vote, allocate federal tax dollars to support it in perpetuity to the future the way it is now?