I push myself to hike into the mountains, mainly. This is because that so much of the
I go camping, hiking, and backpacking because...the good guys lost.
That's right. The people who tried to warn us what was coming down the pike were all killed and silenced. They were labeled as crackpots, tarred with the epithet of alarmist, or gunned down where they stood and tried to speak.
|Black Mountain Crest Trail, NC.|
|Dolly Sods, WV.|
The bad guys won.
This is why I spend my time in the woods whenever I can find a moment to do so. It's all going away. They've taken almost everything we had of value, and they're going to get what little remains. The last wild animals are going fast, so if you want to see them, I
|Midnight Hole, Great Smoky Mountains.|
Whenever I can scrape together the wages I'm allowed, I spend them to visit the vanishing wild. So this is why I take the things I earn--time and transportation--and run off to the whittled spots where trees still blow in the breezes and birds still land in the leaves and a few pitiful things continue to pace the forest floor.
In a little while, all of this will be gone. Your children won't even know that it ever existed.
|Tower Canyon, Yellowstone.|