Showing posts with label Camping Trip. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Camping Trip. Show all posts

Friday, August 1, 2025

That One Time - A Different Kind Of Poetry

 

It was admittedly an untidy schedule-

A mish-mash of events congregated in close proximity.

I did not take the time to figure it out-

Why would I take what I do not own?

Nor did I make the time-

How does one create what already exists?

Time bestowed?

Perhaps…

Time gifted?

Grateful and thankful if so…

150 miles traveled North by Northwest-

An open site to soak up what light made it to Earth.

Donning waders I plunged into silver water-

Rays of a setting sun bounced off the highest of trees.

If 2 is company and 3 is a crowd-

They say the answer to “what is 4 and 5,” is 9.

Of brown trout…

I caught a “crowd.”

Keeping one to eat with yellow summer squash…

Both were cooked over an autumn fire.

Night was cold-

Riding the freezing line.

I myself was toasty-

Sandwiched between woolen blankets, notable constellations, and the Aurora Borealis.

The later danced in the Northern sky-

Lulling me to sleep, while enticing me to dream.

The Big Dipper
A Part Of URSA Major (The Great Bear)
The Northern Lights - Aurora Borealis
The Entire Constellation Of
Orion The Hunter

Christmas in October?

Red and green decorated the Northern heavens…

And I in my cap?

Settled my brain for a long evening nap…

Our own star was well positioned when I emerged from the nest-
Oatmeal with all the possible toppings my fuel for the day.

Nigh upon noon I again sought the trout-

In a different section of a squiggly blue thread.

A background of moving water against foundational bluffs-

Created an angler’s smorgasbord, and a mixture of brooks and browns.

A Brown Trout - Salmo Trutta
A Brook Trout - Salvelinus Fontinalis

Chunks of fish and syruped acorn squash…

Were enjoyed around a campfire.

Cool air enough…

For a cup of hot chocolate.

After the day’s activity I entered my tent with the darkness-

Prepared to sleep like the dead.

Serenaded throughout the moon filled night-

By owls, coyotes, and raccoons.

Now in nature’s cycle-

I woke at first light, and read for a spell.

My Tent & Campsite In The Background

Do adventures lie in the map?

I studied and fantasized…

What trails should I run?

Loops, switchbacks, and routes of many colors…

I drove and parked at a designated trailhead-

Well tread paths went up and down in sharp contrast.

New shoes gripped rocks and roots-

The duff of pine the filler between.

Vistas with occasional creek crossings-

Everything was pristine and fresh, with an explorer’s spirit.

My heart thumped…

While lungs pulled air.

Nearly 9 miles of trail…

Run wide-eyed in wonder.

Though physically tired-

Voids filled with content.

If not for time…

Time would have continued to be utilized.

Once packed and loaded-

I rinsed refreshed, before the drive home.

How is the spirit of the Northwoods?

Alive and kickin’...

And what of the spirit within?

Grateful and thankful as time itself would tell…

A View Of The Terrain - October 2024

I’ll see you along The Way…

Thursday, October 24, 2024

Living The Dream And Pulling The Trigger (Part#1 Of 3)

 

It’s a common phrase, for those who want to give a quick, flippant response to anyone asking them how they’re doing, when they say, “I’m living the dream!”  In reality they may or may not be living their actual dream.  Perhaps they are, or maybe the dream is closer to stating, “It is what it is” and they’re life at this point simply amounts to trying to survive and make it from one day to the next.  Regardless, it’s our dreams, linked to our hopes, passions, and interests that provide the fuel that drives us as much as anything will; perhaps even motivating us to try and live out the pictures in our mind’s eye.

I suppose I come by the ability to visualize things into fruition as naturally as anybody.  As a young boy, my Dad drew a picture that eventually became what our farm looked like as my sisters and I were growing up; complete with goats and a family sketched around a barnyard.  I remember seeing that picture once and felt an immediate connection to it.  Similarly, as a young girl my Mom drew a picture of a cabin type house that had a gambrel pitched (barn-style) roof, a picket fence, and several trees of different sizes.  She still has it somewhere, and although we didn’t have a picket fence, my Dad and I did erect a rail fence that bordered the east and south sides of the front yard of the home my parents had built within the pines and hardwoods above Sparr valley.  Our family often joked that we had a barn with a house shaped roof, and a house with a barn shaped roof.

It’s no secret that I love the outdoors; having grown up on that small farm in the Northwoods.  I love the diversity of trees in the forest, the mossy swamps where headwater streams bubble forth, and rolling hills that help give depth and perspective to the layers of land and water begging to be explored.  Getting out to hike, fish, and camp in such environments binds my love of such places with the mental image I have of myself.

While I have made fires countless times using flint and steel with a small scrap of char cloth, it was shortly after the beginning of the pandemic in 2020 that I started collecting information from various websites and videos so I could learn how to make fire from a bow and drill.  I have several journal pages of notes; complete with sketches and lists of necessary materials.  It was through that process that I would later stumble upon Joe Robinet.  In fact, according to one of my journals, it was on Saturday, November 28th, 2020 after typing up “solo adventures” in the search bar on YouTube, that I watched my first video of his entitled, "Alone in the Wild - A 5 Day Solo Excursion.”  Since then I’ve watched every single adventure and bushcraft video Joe has ever posted.  Once I exhausted his library of available content, I moved over to Xander Budnick.  He too has subject matter linked to adventure trips, and you can follow the learning process he goes through as he connects with his new found passion of hiking and paddling the North.  While I have slowly and surely watched all of Xander’s videos, I’m not one to quickly jump from one video personality to another.  Once the algorithm picks up your interests, however, they throw every possible post in your direction, hoping you’ll get hooked to a common theme.  There's a lot of garbage out there under the guise of outdoor adventure; people trying to make a fast buck (I guess) by pushing products, poor quality videos and content, or individuals selling their souls as scantily dressed people out in the wilderness.  The Northland I know, while beautiful, would chew those people up and spit them out.  And although I’ll admit I have stumbled down a rabbit hole or two, I backed out of those “nature videos” as quickly as I could to save myself.  Besides, there’s that balance between watching someone else doing something you’re interested in and then pulling the trigger to live that dream yourself!

This spring, as I was finishing the last of Budnick’s past videos, one did pop up from someone who was just getting started with YouTube and adventure paddling.  Robinet and Budnick’s videos are cool to be sure, and I’d love to try some of their paddle and camping trips, but at least for right now, the locations for those adventures are beyond my means and grasp.  Both young men live in Canada and have access to vast acres in provincial parks and what’s referred to as “crown land.”  The new adventurer I’ve enjoyed watching is a woman that goes by the name of Woodsy.  Although she is apparently fairly new to camping and heading out solo into the wilds, she is humble and gives you honest dialogue of what she’s learning.  What I like most, however, is the fact that (at least so far), she’s headed out to various places within my home state of Michigan where I grew up.  While I am familiar with some of the wild areas she’s gone to, and have even gone to a few of those locations in the past, she has introduced some settings I never even knew existed.  That helped open up some attainable possibilities for me.

Enter this spring, summer, and fall.  I retired from teaching, spent a lot of time going through and cleaning out my classroom, and then researching outdoor gear.  Research can be both exciting and exhausting.  After a while, and upon reading a freight train load of descriptions, reviews, and comparisons for the different brands that are available for each individual piece of equipment, it leans closer to just plain exhaustion.  In short order you simply want to have the decision made.  For me personally, it’s difficult to pull the trigger and make a decision to purchase something, especially when items can be expensive.  Sometimes a review says it’s a great product, and you like it, but then several people will comment that they've had issues with the zippers or something along those lines.  In the end you just want to get your money’s worth and purchase something of quality.

Fortunately for me, I did have some gift certificates to use, and found other items on sale.  I also asked questions to obtain feedback that would help with my decision making.  Of course I already had camping gear that I use when I head out to the river or woods for several days at a time.  It’s gear I can haul in my old Silver Jeep or load into my barge of an aluminum canoe.  It all works great, and I’ve refined it into simplicity as our family got older and branched out on their own.  However, for me to pursue the dream of going out solo on a trip where I would need to paddle and portage from one water source to another, it was going to require a somewhat different array of ingredients other than what I had; gear that was lighter in weight, smaller, and able to keep me warm in colder temperatures.

I started looking more seriously in August when I invited my Dad to travel up to Madison, Wisconsin with me to Rutabaga Paddlesports.  After taking a screenshot of Woodsy’s canoe and asking her a few questions about it, Rutabaga staff member Connie set me up to test paddle that brand and a couple others by that same manufacturer.  At the end of that day, I still wanted to do some more thinking before pulling the trigger, for although I loved the material it was made of for durability, I was worried about which length to go with and the overall weight of the canoe.  It was nowhere near the crazy weight of my aluminum canoe that I’ve soloed with on multiple river trips, but I still wasn’t sure I’d be able to adequately lift this newer one, with gear, and carry it over land as I portaged into nearby bodies of water.

Over Labor Day weekend I ordered a lightweight solo tent on sale from REI.  Following that purchase I put things on the back burner for a while as I instead invested time alongside my wife and family, during the decline and passing of my beloved mother-in-law.  Those were important times to stay in a holding pattern, and simply be present in the moment.  Life can be an adventure, but life can also be difficult in all its various facets.  Throughout her life my mother-in-law was vibrant, positive, and loved to gather people.  She took a vested interest in others while inquiring how a person was doing.  Her visitation was a reflection of those traits as people came together to celebrate her around an outdoor pavilion; flowers and her photo albums on display.  She would have absolutely loved that beautiful fall morning and you could almost imagine her going from one group of people to another, making sure that everyone was enjoying themselves.

Once the first week of October came along, I went up to Cabela’s in Sun Prairie, Wisconsin to use the gift cards given to me upon my retirement.  I spent a lot of time in a very small section of that store; literally only 4 or 5 aisles.  While there, I used my phone to research brands before putting several items into my cart…and then proceeded to take several items out of my cart; once again proving that it’s hard to pull the trigger on a purchase, even when it’s considered “free”.  I didn’t know 100% if these were going to be the best options, but it’s what was available at the store where I could use those cards.  Oh the frugality of a bargain shopper!  During that visit I purchased a foam pad, water filtration system, a couple of dry bags (one to use as a backpack), and then threw in a few variations of my favorite pike lure.  Online I purchased a Big Agnes sleeping mat, a MEC sleeping bag (the Canadian Version of REI), and the Boundary Waters Journal aluminum fry pan.

On Friday, October 11th I fittingly went back to Rutabaga in Madison to try to make a decision on a canoe.  I had a trip planned in less than a week, so I hooked up with staff member Brandon who spent the better part of the day with me.  We narrowed the search to the Nova Craft Prospector.  While I liked the one that was a blue steel color as it was made from a mixture of carbon and lightweight synthetic fiber, the one they had in stock lacked a good yoke that you use to carry the canoe on your shoulders.  In addition, it weighed a bit more, had wooden gunwales, and still had to come from their warehouse an hour away.  None of those were deal breakers.  It simply helped me make a decision according to what I was looking for.  Instead I chose the Prospector 14 aramid lite clear.  It was lightweight, had the yoke that you could attach, and was plenty long enough at 14 feet to haul me and my gear.  My days of wrestling heavy canoes onto my vehicle were over.  I’ll save my aluminum canoe for trips with (strong) friends!

Brandon was patient with my questions and decision making, and after getting some Thule pads for my roof rack, helped me set it up and load the new canoe onto my Silver Jeep.  At first I told him that I had some old straps and loops up under the engine I could use to attach the canoe, but after I explained this to him, and pulled on them to show their durability, we literally watched them explode into a cloud of dust.  I suddenly thought better of the situation and purchased the Thule system.  Especially as I eyed the brand new canoe sitting off to the side.  I didn’t need anything going haywire on my way home.  I’ve seen old hay bales that had been bound with wire and know what the wires look like after they’ve been cut!  The term "kattywompus" comes to mind!

Me And Brandon - At Rutabaga
Later I Noticed That I Was Wearing
Robinet's "Exploring" T-shirt
And Had Budnick's Brand
Of Canoe On My Jeep.
Coincidence?

Over the weekend I typed up a packing list and went over it multiple times.  Within it I included brand names of various equipment items because I ended up sharing it with some family members.  With the brand labels typed out they would at least have a starting point in case they had a desire to begin researching gear on their own.  With the trigger pulled, and my major purchases taken care of, I decided that I would simply fill the gaps with what I already had and make do.  I knew that some things would probably be scratched off the list or switched out after this first trip.  It would be a reasonable response when a particular piece of equipment doesn’t get used, doesn’t do what it’s supposed to do, or is too heavy.

Unfortunately the day before my inaugural excursion I called and learned that my cold weather sleeping bag that hadn’t shown up, had been shipped from British Columbia to Los Angeles, and then from L.A. to Chicago, but according to the tracking information, was being shipped back to MEC for some unknown reason.  I was assured that I would be refunded with a credit to my charge card.  So on a day that I needed to organize my gear and begin packing, I had to run back to Madison to find a lightweight, cold weather, sleeping bag.  Fortunately I found one that would work, that I was happy with, and that I could test out in the REI store.

Whew!  That was close.  The nights were predicted to be on the chilly side, and I needed something to keep me warm.  I spent the rest of that night going through my packing list and preparing for the trip that was to begin the following morning.  I was on the eve of living the dream and breathing life into that picture of adventure that had been floating around inside my head; in my mind’s eye.  It’s the dream where I would begin by setting the alarm to get up early (as if I’d need it), throw any remaining gear in my Jeep, and head for the wilds of the North before the sun peeked over the horizon.  What would come next? Big Island Lake Wilderness Area!

See you along The Way…

Sunday, July 2, 2023

Shared Words

 

Three of my cousins and I have headed into the woods and rivers of Northern Michigan to camp and fish for almost sixteen years now.  The outing has become the lifeblood of our adventurous spirit.  And while this yearly excursion lacks most frills, it works for us, and we like it that way.

We prepare by following a packing checklist.  We know that list by heart after nearly two decades of honing our skills, but it’s a tradition, so we at least look it over each year.  Lord knows you wouldn’t want to forget something.  You may never live it down with the ribbing you may take in camp!  Since we began in 2008, the list has been worked and reworked to the point that it’s been narrowed to one concise page.  At different times, in certain years, it’s carried a snarky comment or two due to a holdover joke or circumstance from the previous year; usually stated in jest, or to make a point, and then deleted the following summer.
As with most traditions that develop and morph, our packing list has gotten better with time.  After a year or two under our belts I began adding a quote or two at the top of the list; typically from books or articles that I’d read since our last outing.  I included quotes with meaning, purpose, and passion of what we commonly share; a love for the outdoors.  We were all raised to appreciate and protect Mother Earth.  That respect was equally seen between the smallest leopard frog or the greatest of white pines; ticks, deer flies, and mosquitoes notwithstanding!

The books, authors, and quotes added each year are meaningful to me, and once typed on the packing list, to my cousins as well.  Below are the colorful and fragrant sentences over the last sixteen years.  If any of these timeless words speak to you personally, this blog entry suddenly becomes a shared library you may want to check out and add to your “must reads.”  On the cusp of heading Up North again this summer, Enjoy!

See you along The Way…

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PACKING LIST QUOTES

THROUGH THE YEARS

 

2008


Yikes!  I’m almost afraid to type this out…after writing it in a spiral it seems like a lot, but I guess it’s not too bad when it all comes together.  In other words, I’m sure it’s not a big problem to get a semi-trailer down into the campground (insert semi truck sound here while pumping your fist up and down).  Dad says, (And this refers more to backpacking when you don’t have a truck to stash things in), ‘If you’re not sure you need it, leave it home’!” - Mike Rhines

 

2009

 

“Nothing in this world so enlivens my spirit and emotions as the rivers I know.  They are necessities.  In their clear, swift or slow, generous or coy waters, I regain my powers; I find again those parts of myself that have been lost in cities.  Stillness.  Patience.  Green thoughts.  Open eyes.  Attachment.  High drama.  Earthiness.  Wit.  The Huck Finn I once was.  Gentleness.  ‘The life of things.’  They are my perne within the whirling gyre.”

- Nick Lyons:  Full Creel

(For the Record I had to look these words up: perne=shining moments & gyre =circle)

 

2010

 

“I’ve noticed that many of the people I’ve really enjoyed fishing with over the years have turned out to be sturdy peasant stock from Michigan.  I don’t know what it is about the anglers from that state, but you can spot it: some kind of casual facility with difficulty, or the belief that suffering is the only promise life keeps, so that when things go even a little bit right, it’s like a gift.”

- John Gierach:  Standing in a River Waving a Stick


2011

 

“We ended up fishing a generous handful of small streams before we completed an uneven loop and started back.  I guess it did amount to an awful long way to go for a few trout, but trips like this have nonetheless become a kind of part-time life’s work.  The idea is to fish obscure headwater creeks in hopes of eventually sniffing out an underappreciated little trout creek down an unmarked dirt road.  “Why” is another question.  I suppose it’s partly for the fishing itself and partly to satisfy your curiosity, but mostly to sustain the belief that such things are still out there to find for those willing to look.”

“I like everything about fishing, but especially this walk in…You never know what to expect – but the goal of going fishing has already been accomplished, so the rest is the aimless, doglike happiness of being outside and off your leash.”

- John Gierach:  No Shortage of Good Days

 

2012

 

“Needing Supplies, we stopped at an old, unpainted crossroads store.  There was everything imaginable for sale in that store: snowshoes, shotguns and deer rifles, and even a yoke for oxen.  You could buy groceries as well as brightly colored yard goods, snow packs, and bear traps.  There was also merchandise more fascinating to me, such as excellent split fly rods and hand-tied trout flies which I viewed with longing.

The stream came winding toward us over and under mossy logs.  It tumbled through the remains of an abandoned beaver dam, and ran like quicksilver across the beaver meadow where the meadow larks added their music to that of the water.

Other fish can fight, but there is nothing quite like a big trout for style and grace and courage – as though they drew strength from the whole wilderness.”

- Sterling North:  Rascal


2013

 

“Outside it’s easy to abandon every convention and prejudice and get down to the messy business of being an animal, alive.  When you’re rooting around in the water or the woods, miles from the nearest strip mall and office complex, nobody is likely to judge you by your clothing or your skin color or your political orientation, and if they do you don’t give a damn anyway.  Fishing – or hunting or photographing birds or cutting firewood – frees you of such nonsense.  If you want society, convention, comfort, and safety, stay home.  If you want your life to be a joyous romp, get outside.”

- Jerry Dennis:  The River Home

 

As the years go by we have become campers & fisherman with great equipment (or at least the equipment that gets us by) but are still minimalists to a certain extent (knowing that the experiences are what we’re after…and that we’ve pretty much gone in every type of weather over the years and have been able to enjoy it). -Mike Rhines

 

2014

 

“Everyone needs such quiet times, some solitude to recoup his sense of perspective.  One does not have to be in a canoe or in some remote wilderness.  I find such times at night when I do much of my reading, but to me when solitude is part of wilderness it comes more surely and with greater meaning.  Since the time when man often traveled alone, hunting and foraging, all this became part of him.  It is easy to slip back into the ancient grooves of experience…When I am fly-fishing for brook trout, alone on some favorite stream, the sense of hurry is gone and time seems endless…Trout fishing for me is not the taking of fish, but being at one with the stream and all the sights and sounds.  The great Leonardo da Vinci said in 1512, “The eye, which is called the window of the soul, is the chief means whereby the understanding may most fully and abundantly appreciate the infinite works of nature, and the ear is the second, inasmuch as it acquires its importance from the fact it hears the things which the eye has seen.”  I have often thought of that, and wondered if this most perspective of minds had ever stood in a quiet pool as I have.”

- Sigurd F. Olson:  Reflections from the North Country


“When they landed, they saw a fire of burning coals there with fish on it, and some bread.  Jesus said to them, ‘Bring some of the fish you have just caught’.”

- John 21: 9-10


2015

 

“Studying maps is a sure way to make yourself miserable.  Those two-dimensional representations of our multidimensional world have a way of igniting wanderlust and over exciting the imagination.  Follow the meandering blue line of a river into a sprawling blue maze of lakes and you can easily slip into an idealized version of the place.” 

- Jerry Dennis: “From a Wooden Canoe

 

“I think we’ve finally given up on the idea of the fishing trip of a life time and now see each expedition as just part of a lifetime of fishing trips.”

- John Gierach: “Standing in a River Waving a Stick

 

“Simon Peter…dragged the net ashore.  It was full of large fish…Jesus said to them, ‘Come and have breakfast’.”

- John 21:11-12a

 

2016


“The only conclusion I have ever reached is that I love all trees, but I am in love with pines.”

“The song of a river ordinarily means the tune that waters play on rock, root, and rapid.”

“The elemental simplicities of wilderness travel were thrills not only because of their novelty, but because they represented complete freedom to make mistakes.  The wilderness gave them their first taste of those rewards and penalties for wise and foolish acts which every woodsman faces daily, but against which civilization has built a thousand buffers.  These boys were ‘on their own’ in this particular sense.”

- Aldo Leopold:  A Sand County Almanac


2017


“Beyond the road and maples is the river, with its own movement and its own life.  Lakesides have their charm and personality, but after living with this river for ten years I know that my personal choice is flowing water.  A river comes from somewhere, flows past my wondering eyes, and goes on to some other place.  It has movement, change, and there is a sense of both time and eternity in it.  The river tells me that so long as there are heights and lowlands on earth, water will continue to flow and life will persist.  A river, flowing water, not only has its own life – it is life.  I am prejudiced about rivers, and I shall have more to say about them.”

- Hal Borland:  Beyond The Doorstep


2018


“There’s a rhythm on the inside to what you see on the outside...But if you get down on your belly, crawl through the weeds to the edge, and stare deep into the water; if you get on the inside and slow down and breathe it in, then you get to know it.”

- John Luthens: Taconite Creek


“Of course there are many of us, and I am now one of them, for whom a day on a trout river is so pleasant an event, such an amiable and engaging pastime, that it feels, both going and coming back, as comfortable as an old shoe.  We go for the sheer joy of it, not to put notches in our rods.  We go because no day on a trout stream lacks mystery, surprise, wonder, and suspense...I like to fish water I’ve fished a hundred times before, water that shares history with me, that I see in my head, going and coming back.”

- Nick Lyons: My Secret Fishing Life


2019


“Being in nature can restore our mood, give us back our energy and vitality, refresh and rejuvenate us.  We know this deep in our bones. It is like an intuition, or an instinct, a feeling that is sometimes hard to describe.” 

- Dr. Qing Li: Forest Bathing


“I would rather have a body of scars and a head full of memories than a life of regrets and perfect skin.”

- Atticus: Love Her Wild


“Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts.”

- A sign that used to hang over Albert Einstein’s office at Princeton University


2020


“The North grabs some people and never lets go.  It doesn’t care if you were once a carpenter or a bank president, and after a while, neither do you.” 

- Dennis Weidemann: This Water Goes North


“I got up and made my way upstream, stepping on wet stones and moss covered boulders, careful not to tear the moss with the rough soles of my boots.  A stream boulder, with moss and other small plants and fungi growing on it, is a world unto itself-a miniature planet Earth with a rock core, a soft crust, water, vegetation, and even animal life.”

- Jim Arnosky: Nearer Nature


“I like the wild, beautiful country where trout are often found, the solitude of walking along a river and being drawn more completely into the landscape, and how the sound of a fast-flowing stream could wash away my blues.” 

- Bill Barich: Crazy For Rivers


2021


“To the trout fisherman, who are always searching for the spring-fed headwaters of streams, they [logging roads] are a godsend.  What devotee of the elusive speckled trout but remembers long hikes through the dewy brush of old tote roads, and who hasn’t caught a good one beneath the fallen timbers of some long-unused bridge?”

- Sigurd F. Olson: Listening Point


“During times when we’re not in physical contact with the wilderness, just knowing it is here is a comforting thought, but actually being here is what we dream about, so we try to make the most of this experience.”

- John Highlen: “Painting the Boundary Waters” (The Boundary Waters Journal - Fall 2020)


“For me, I just know in my gut that I need the solitude of the wilderness with time to reflect, be silent, and listen to my Creator.  I need to exert my full body in heavy exercise and know the tiredness and sweat of true exertion.  Our six-day disconnect from modern society has begun.”

- Rollie Johnson: “Plan K” (The Boundary Waters Journal - Winter 2020)


2022


“It seems a good portion of my time in the woods is spent hunkered, propped or slouched in the glow of a good fire.  And it ought to be a good fire - not a raging, pep-rally bonfire, but a healthy, well conceived fire that burns with the right attitude.”

- Sam Cook: “Your Fire, My Fire.” Up North.


“But the place which you have selected for your camp, though never so rough and grim, begins at once to have its attractions, and becomes a very center of civilization to you: ‘Home is home, be it never so homely’.” 

- Henry David Thoreau: “Friday, July 31.” Canoeing In The Wilderness.


“If children do not attach to the land, they will not reap the psychological and spiritual benefits they can glean from nature, nor will they feel a long term commitment to the environment, to the place…Passion is lifted from the earth itself by the muddy hands of the young; it travels along grass-stained sleeves to the heart.  If we are going to save environmentalism and the environment, we must also save an endangered indicator species: the child in nature.” 

- Richard Louv: “The Best Of Intentions.” Last Child In The Woods.

(Yup, that’s how we were raised : )


2023


“Filled with ozone, our pulses bound, and are warmed and quickened into sympathy with everything, taken back into the heart of nature, whence we came.”

- John Muir: “The Alaska Trip.” Wilderness Essays.


“The river is often used in literature as a metaphor for life, and aren’t both made richer by sharing the stories that occur along the way and isn’t that what life is about; creating and sharing memories, telling stories?”

- Don Miller: “The John Day Escape.” Life Afloat.


“It is all woven together now - the bird sounds, the forest smells, the anticipations of the coming season.  Now we know to go no matter what the weather will be and that, likely as not, we’ll come across some small event worth remembering… 

The North is rich with the glories of life.  Sometimes you have to poke your nose in the dirt, and sometimes you have to muck around in the swamps and sometimes you have to get up with the geese.

But it’s there, awaiting discovery.”
- Sam Cook: “Moving Pictures.” Quiet Magic.