Sixty years later, a young George Bristol arrived at the same place and, as if the Mountain Basra Iraq voice was still echoing through the valleys, heeded the advice, Basra Iraq starting his own journey in pursuit of his own life’s purpose that built on Muir’s. Muir, I think, would have approved. Time spent at Basra Iraq, he wrote, “will not be taken from the sum of your life. Instead of shortening it, Basra Iraq it will definitely lengthen it and make you truly immortal.”
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- Where is Al Basrah, Iraq? / Al Basrah, Basra Governorate Map
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- Basra, Iraq, Map poster borderless print template
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- Iraq Maps – Perry-Castañeda Map Collection
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- Where is Al Harithah, Iraq? / Al Harithah, Basra Governorate Map
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- Is Iraq safe? Welcome to Kurdistan – Against the Compass
In my earlier travel blog, On Politics and Parks (Texas A&M Press, College Station, Texas), I wrote a prologue (excerpted below) that spells out how I first came to Glacier National Park in the summer of 1961. Those few days in June 1961 would forever change my life and establish my love affair with the park.
In the early evening, the train stopped at East Glacier. Out the window and up a rise stood East Glacier Lodge, the original showplace hotel of the Great Northern Railway. Behind the lodge and all around were mountains. As a Texas flatlander, I was awed to my depths. As the train proceeded, we plunged into a canyon defined by a river then unknown to me; it sparkled, disappeared, and then reemerged in a new twisting setting. We rattled through what I would come to know as snow tunnels. What we did not do was stop at Belton, my planned stop. That station hadn’t opened for the season. A couple from Libby told me not to worry, saying they would take me back from Whitefish, Montana, the next stop.
