I remember where I attempted to read Tolstoy.
It was in a lantern-lit tent at 11,000 feet in the eastern Sierra Nevada while constructing a five-mile section of the Pacific Crest Trail in 1972. We started in July and got snowed out of our 15-man camp at Chicken Spring Lake in October. Our section of the trail ran from Cottonwood Pass to Siberian Outpost.
I usually was too tired and cold to read much at night and sometimes I had headaches from being around dynamite and C4 plastic explosive. Maybe rock bars and Cobra drills too. But I figured it was a good time to tackle War and Peace, even though the mere pronunciation of names gave me trouble.
I honestly can’t remember if I finished both volumes and all 1444 pages of this paperbound edition purchased in Bishop. I’m sure I made it all the way through Volume 1 but the other day I found the bookmark from the Spellbinder Book Shop between Pages 998 and 999 in Volume 2.
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