A time for wandering

We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us. / Even while the earth sleeps we travel. / We are the seeds of the tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of...

What I've found in hidden forests

“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity; and that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but...