When you're out there by yourself, all of sudden you start thinking about survival. You're thinking, 'God, what does this group of animals want?

The sun was a nice, red ball and I was skiing right into it. I was just thinking it was a beautiful morning.

The key to our survival in the next two or three years is good surveillance.

Most people are intrigued by people who depend totally on God for survival. They don't have a job and a means of income that's consistent. I think (most people) are really taken aback that people are totally trusting in God to provide.

I charged toward them, skiing as fast as I could, yelling at the top of my lungs. Every two or three pole strokes, I'd just yell.

Yet a part of you still believes you can fight and survive no matter what your mind knows. It's not so strange. Where there's still life, there's still hope. What happens is up to God.