Summary of Caroline Van Hemert's The Sun Is a Compass

Everest Media

Description

Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I have always loved the outdoors, but I was a bookworm as a kid. I found an escape in stories, and I loved learning about the world around me. I would bargain for my reading time, and sometimes my parents would force me to go outdoors.
#2 I had a difficult time finding my place at the University of Arizona. The school was large and freshman classes hosted a hundred students or more. The university’s social scene was built around sororities and fraternities, which I had no interest in joining.
#3 I learned a lot from Dr. Bill Calder, a professor in his sixties who had more energy than our entire roster of twenty-five college students. He would roust us from our tents just as the sun was beginning to color the acacia bushes red, and prod us to hurry, get up, there’s so much to see out here.
#4 I had a difficult time finding a job as a field biologist, and when I did, it was with a local ornithologist who allowed a small number of volunteers to help her band birds. I was extremely nervous, but the crew leader hired me anyway.

Sujets

• Love
• Love (disambiguation)
• Explorers
• Autobiography
• Biography
• Adventurers

Informations

• Publié par: Everest Media LLC
• Date de parution: 18 juillet 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798822544086
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

Insights on Caroline Van Hemert's The Sun Is a Compass
Contents Insights from Chapter 1 Insights from Chapter 2 Insights from Chapter 3 Insights from Chapter 4 Insights from Chapter 5 Insights from Chapter 6
Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I have always loved the outdoors, but I was a bookworm as a kid. I found an escape in stories, and I loved learning about the world around me. I would bargain for my reading time, and sometimes my parents would force me to go outdoors.

#2

I had a difficult time finding my place at the University of Arizona. The school was large and freshman classes hosted a hundred students or more. The university’s social scene was built around sororities and fraternities, which I had no interest in joining.

#3

I learned a lot from Dr. Bill Calder, a professor in his sixties who had more energy than our entire roster of twenty-five college students. He would roust us from our tents just as the sun was beginning to color the acacia bushes red, and prod us to hurry, get up, there’s so much to see out here.

#4

I had a difficult time finding a job as a field biologist, and when I did, it was with a local ornithologist who allowed a small number of volunteers to help her band birds. I was extremely nervous, but the crew leader hired me anyway.

#5

I traveled to the study site, a fjord in Alaska’s Prince William Sound, and was amazed by the sight of the colony. The more I learned about the birds, the more I realized how much I wanted to understand this place and these birds.

#6

I was assigned the job of tracking the growth of the kittiwake chicks, and I spent the season studying their intricately organized neighborhoods and their predictable habits. I began to understand how ecological questions I had learned about in school were embedded in the messy realities of fieldwork.

#7

I met Pat in 2001, when he was just a few weeks out of college. He was a high-energy person who never danced, and I was curious about his life outside of climbing. I left for Anchorage the next morning, full of questions about his life outside of climbing.

#8

When I returned home, I couldn’t stop thinking about Pat. I flew to Washington to meet him, and we spent a weekend hiking and lying on our backs by the ocean. When I flew back to Alaska, we spent more hours on the phone than I had since middle school.

#9

I quickly realized that Pat wasn’t an ordinary New Yorker. He was unlike anyone I had ever met. He was smitten with me, but I was completely confused by him.

#10

I wanted to meet Pat’s cabin, so we made plans to visit. When we got to his cabin, he never said much to the locals. He was just the Salcha Kid.

#11

Pat’s cabin was a piece of art. It was not just a home, but a piece of art. It was a local man who had pointed him toward the remote squatter’s property where his cabin now sits.

#12

I had never spent a week alone, much less an entire winter, and Pat’s motivations were still a mystery. He seemed to love the land as much as I did, though as an artist rather than a biologist.

#13

I was drawn to wilderness, but much less boldly than Pat. I was willing to risk everything for a dream. Would I do the same.

#14

I was working on a project that required catching birds, and I was beginning to wonder if it was humans who were the true brains behind the operation, or the birds. Almost every project I’ve worked on has required catching birds, and they always seem to outsmart me.

#15

I had spent the past four summers searching for nests and watching the eggs hatch, and I loved doing it. I was excited about the prospect of spending two months alone with Pat.

#16

After eight hundred miles of battered roads, we arrived at Mayo, Yukon. We had gotten many things wrong. Our food rations were too meager, and we began to feel the effects of slowly starving. We had no choice but to continue with building.

#17

After several weeks of preparing the boat, we began our trip down the river. We were elated to be on the river, and the freshness of each moment. We spent days exploring the countryside, and made plans to travel across North America together.

#18

I was woken up one morning by a dog barking nearby. I lay still in the luxuriously queen-size bed, staring up at a ceiling that stretched impossibly high above me. I felt lonelier than I had in months.

#19

I had moved to Bellingham to start a writing program, and I met Pat, who was living in a tent in the city.