The Healing Sky
May, 1985
I'd been on snowshoes for five days when I saw the deer. It was very alert and it seemed amused. I looked like one worn and tired humanoid, which is what I was. I'd been running and hiding, slipping and sliding, for the better part of a week. There were people after me, too, and the object of the exercise was to see whether or not I could survive the Marine Corps survival training in the High Sierras in January without being captured or frozen.The valley looked like the moon. The deer bounced ac...
