Into the sorrows one must go, through the valleys crimson snow, pushing upward at its peak, redemption lies for those who seek. Hope and faith must cling to thee, though love abides above all three. It's not a journey without price, but those who die will have new life. Sacrificed so long it's been, so every man may shed his sin. He who loses self to death, is filled anew with Gods deep breath. So take this heed and go give chase, for God alone shall grant His grace. How would you fare taking part in a great wilderness quest? Could you laugh at prowling lions? Could you walk through the valley of the shadow of death and fear no evil? Would you give all you had on a promise? John does-though it weren't easy. Through unfathomable sorrow he must go. He is no fool-he knows death awaits him there; yet still, he clings to hope...with an unreasonable faith. Now, let me stop here. I'm beginning to feel a bit mischievous. This is not a fanciful story of goblins or winged creatures of any sort. You'll find neither broom nor potion here. And though it may blaze with adventure, this remains a simple tale of one ordinary man's symbolic journey into the unknown; a desperate soul burning search of grace through pain and sorrow. After a fatal accident then learning of an illness, John and his son, along with a trailing dog named Gracie, set out to camp inside a wilderness place. It is here a heart wrenching story transcends into something much more than words on a page-saying one has life without purpose rings a similar kind of bell. Inevitably, John is confronted with the same soul hindering decision we all face-will it be death...or life?