It was wonderful. I had some of it and it was great.

While they pulled the keelboat up the river, each member (of the Corps) ate about nine pounds of meat per day. A lot of people hear that and they're shocked. But when you consider how much work they were doing to get the keelboat up the river, it's not a lot.

Our cook-off runs in conjunction with our Lewis & Clark Festival. When they entered South Dakota, this is where they feasted on their first bison.

Outcasts, callused from being in exile for too long, learn to thrive on being the hated; the attention and infamy of our actions fuel us to become antiheroes. Too often do we forget: we risk self-destruction if we fail to follow what we know is right; our talents too often become misplaced, misdirected, misguided from what could have been something wonderful.

I can't be happier to have this facility. It's a beautiful facility, a wonderful field hockey facility.

At some point, one asks, "Toward what end is my life lived?" A great freedom comes from being able to answer that question. A sleeper can be decoyed out of bed by the sheer beauty of dawn on the open seas. Part of my job, as I see it, is to allow that to happen. Sleepers like me need at some point to rise and take their turn on morning watch for the sake of the planet, but also for their own sake, for the enrichment of their lives. From the deserts of Namibia to the razor-backed Himalayas, there are wonderful creatures that have roamed the Earth much longer than we, creatures that not only are worthy of our respect but could teach us about ourselves.