A long fine weekend with the family set things moving in the right direction. We made our annual visit to the Maple Tree Inn (unlimited pancakes with maple syrup manufactured on the premises), hit the summit of Alma Hill (the … Continue reading
I decided to take a cold morning hike into the wildest corner of my valley. If every country and suburban district had a designated, well-preserved wild location (an idea prescribed by H.D. Thoreau, but dutifully ignored), the Big Ravine would be … Continue reading
Set aside books and camera. Enter pine and maple woods where meadow eases into autumn’s fire-leaf and birdwing canopy. There is wildness in the robin, a divinity where no one stands to taste wild apple or to hear the distant … Continue reading
Nothing ever became of H.D. Thoreau’s suggestion that every town or large watershed in the country preserve a piece of wild nature, especially near our population centers. A designated wild place, whether it be something as simple as a city … Continue reading
