The Map of Taz

The young American man sat at his desk in the dead of night, hovering over a map lit up by a single lamp, a topographical map of a Tasmanian peninsula.

He was studying which mountains he’d have to scale, gauging how cold it would be, and calculating how much food he would bring.

For three days the young man would spend, traversing the elements of this lonely island, scaling a mountain in this worn peninsula, sleeping outdoors in the bitter cold, beholding sights he would have never seen, and having an experience that most young men his age would never have.

It’s gonna be cold

Early Sunday morning the young American man sets off on his adventure

Hopefully he’ll make it back