Simpson writes of walking the Circle Fairbanks Trail with her elderly dog and what it means to turn around, of racing a sailboat around Admiralty Island where she learns to move with the elements instead of against them and of trekking to Denali not to climb it, but to simply see, and in turn finding that what we hope for isn't always what we discover.
"Maps lie," she says as she explores the native place names vs. white-man place names, which are predominantly named after unrelated people instead of those that tell a story.
How does one find their way there, and how does one know where they are destined in the first place? Simpson poses that it is not so much about the destination. "We do not find our homes, we map them, inch by inch, story by story, day by day."
"The Accidental Explorer" causes the reader to ache for his or her own wayfinding adventure.
The book will be available at Hearthside Books and a signingwith the author at Hearthside is in the works.