. . . To him who has once tasted the reckless independence, the haughty self-reliance, the sense of irresponsible freedom, which the forest life engenders, civilization thenceforth seems flat and stale. Its pleasures are insipid, its pursuits wearisome, its conventionalities, duties, and mutual dependence alike tedious and disgusting. The entrapped wanderer grows fierce and restless, and pants for breathing-room. His path, it is true, was choked with difficulties, but his body and soul were hardened to meet them; it was beset with dangers, but these were the very spice of his life, gladdening his heart with exulting self-confidence, and sending the blood through his veins with a livelier current. The wilderness, rough, harsh, and inexorable, has charms more potent in their seductive influence than all the lures of luxury and sloth. And often he on whom it has cast its magic finds no heart to dissolve the spell, and remains a wanderer and an Ishmaelite to the hour of his death.
Francis Parkman
Misc. Fall Photos
My 12 year old cousin on his first Deer Hunting Hike, earning a buck.
My big head and a beautiful fall day on the Clearwater.
The first snow of the year on the Eldorado.
Fall colors being burned by the setting sun in the Clearwater National Forest.
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My 12 year old cousin on his first Deer Hunting Hike, earning a buck.
The first snow of the year on the Eldorado.
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gorgeous photos of the sun setting through the trees
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