To observe a ridge of sandhills was to wonder what lay beyond them... Perhaps it was the sense of freedom, both physically and spiritually, the knowledge that should I want to look beyond the sandhills and peer beyond the mirage, there was nothing but my two legs and a water bag to prevent me...
As thousands did before me, and as men are still doing in these days, I asked for my cheque instead of orders one bright morning in May, and a week...