My bi-weekly journey from the desert watering hole at Ludlow to the oblivion of Siberia is as much a part and rhythm of my life as taking my family to lunch or seeing a movie on the weekend. A big difference is that events with the family are adventures of light, while trekking alone into the deep desert - especially at night - are forays into dark...not a darkness of despair or loneliness (though these feelings do creep in sometimes) as much the apparent dark of the deep emptiness of a universe without any capacity of intent or caring beyond the mindless unwinding of chemistry and physics. It's a good darkness to know, as it tempers the light and gives the light a deep and rich substance we might otherwise take for granted. So, I go again alone to Siberia...to find and bring back the treasure which can only be found by Going Alone.