A simple mountain graphic on the front, with Alden's "Somewhere Wild" poem on the back:
There are some songs that echo in our cold, tired hearts long after the music has ended. With words that sound like honey, these songs are givers. They give, and they give, and they give as we, the takers, start to feel our thick, unmoving, restless souls loosen. And soon we are wandering the oceans, hiking up clear forests to swim in mountain lakes, laughing like old friends and giving much more than we take. We realize that we’re tired of being mild. Tired of holding on to anger and swallowing the bile. And suddenly we know, with the blind hope of a child, that where we really need to be…
 
is somewhere wild.