I'm only halfway through Rowing to Latitude: Journeys Along the Arctic's Edge by Jill Fredston, but there are already a few quotes I want to jot down before I forget them...

Each year, I look back and wonder how I possibly knew enough to survive the year before. But it is not so much that I have acquired knowledge over the years as that I have learned to strip away the clutter, to recognize what is most important. - p. 46

Our progress the first few weeks seemed infinitesimal, but that was only because I was using the wrong scale. I kept sneaking glances at our big-picture map to see how far we'd come in relation to how far we had to go. Gradually I began to focus on taking the measure of each day, not so much in miles as in moments -- warm apple pie with a lighthouse keeper, naked baths in clear creeks, seal noses in the kelp beds, a Tlingit legend told in a lilting Native accent by a man who insisted upon taking us for a ride in his truck. - p. 69

By the time I reached the sea, I knew that I could do far worse than to live life like the Yukon: Keep moving but find places to slow down. Don't go straight at the expense of meandering. Nurture others; accommodate both change and tradition. Savor the element of surprise. Be gracious, accepting, resilient. - p. 87

(Title discovered thanks to a mention by Adventure Journalist back in April.)