. . . 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
Spring Overnight Backpack Trip / Spot and Stalk Bear Hunt.
Back country Whitetail Buck with velvet nubs showing.
We seen several groups of elk.
Early Morning hike up to get a good perch for glassing.
Dustin inspecting one of the many waterfalls along the trail, which made for good drinking water when filtered.
Lots of snow still in the high country.
Glassing for bears and sheds.
Another elk who seemed
surprised to see people.
Waterfall in a burned out cedar grove, victim to the wildfires of years past.
The country looked like it should hold allot of bears.
Stopping for a lunch of dehydrated food.
The only black bear we saw, this photo was 1000 yards away. He was in a very bad spot to get to, across a large canyon full of steep cliffs, and didn't appear to be very big.
Back country Whitetail Buck with velvet nubs showing.
We seen several groups of elk.
Early Morning hike up to get a good perch for glassing.
Dustin inspecting one of the many waterfalls along the trail, which made for good drinking water when filtered.
Lots of snow still in the high country.
Glassing for bears and sheds.
Another elk who seemed surprised to see people.
Waterfall in a burned out cedar grove, victim to the wildfires of years past.
The country looked like it should hold allot of bears.
Stopping for a lunch of dehydrated food.
The only black bear we saw, this photo was 1000 yards away. He was in a very bad spot to get to, across a large canyon full of steep cliffs, and didn't appear to be very big.
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