To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring. ~ George Santayana I am trying not to fall prey to the seduction of spring, honest! Although the wet California winter still delights me, the rain is to be blamed for making everything so distractingly green and vibrant. … Continue reading Wednesday Words on the Wild: Spring
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Wednesday Words on the Wild: Rivers
We have an unknown distance yet to run, an unknown river to explore. What falls there are, we know not; what rocks beset the channel, we know not; what walls ride over the river, we know not. Ah, well! we may conjecture many things. ~ John Wesley Powell The river is constantly turning and bending and you … Continue reading Wednesday Words on the Wild: Rivers
Wednesday Words on the Wild: Women
In celebration of International Women's Day, here are some quotes from Isabella L. Bird (later Bishop) who, beginning in the nineteenth-century, forged a career as a writer and explorer: Truly a good horse, good ground to gallop on, and sunshine, make up the sum of enjoyable travelling. I still vote civilization a nuisance, society a humbug and all conventionality … Continue reading Wednesday Words on the Wild: Women
Wednesday Words on the Wild: Parks
The parks do not belong to one state or to one section.... The Yosemite, the Yellowstone, the Grand Canyon are national properties in which every citizen has a vested interest; they belong as much to the man of Massachusetts, of Michigan, of Florida, as they do to the people of California, of Wyoming, and of … Continue reading Wednesday Words on the Wild: Parks
Wednesday Words on the Wild: Fireside
Continuing the contemplative tone begun last week of sitting by a fire (preferably under the stars) and reflecting on the past, present and the future, here are lyrics to a song from J.R.R. Tolkien's Fellowship of the Ring: I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have … Continue reading Wednesday Words on the Wild: Fireside
Wednesday Words on the Wild: Campfires
Then it was strange to see the notorious desperado, a red-handed man, sleeping as quietly as innocence sleeps. But, above all, it was exciting to lie there, with no better shelter than a bower of pines, on a mountain 11,000 feet high, in the very heart of the Rocky Range, under twelve degrees of frost, … Continue reading Wednesday Words on the Wild: Campfires
Campfire Tales 