We boarded the White Pass & Yukon Route train from Skagway, Alaska, for a three-hour scenic ride. It climbs from sea level to 2,888 feet before turning back down. Our excursion was a sightseeing journey with no particular destination - just a splendid passage through mountainous terrain.
In much the same way, I don’t believe there is a meaning to life. There is a meaning in life, but not a grand goal. I’m here for the ride, for as long as it lasts, up and down. I only hope it isn’t a short-lived Klondike rush, coming to an end before its time.
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