FB FRIEND Ann Iijima sends me my own words this morning. Which is a clever and ingenious thing to do. She says she finds ‘great comfort’ in them. The words in question are from my book, ‘Deep Woods, Wild Waters,’ a passage in which I describe my favorite Northwoods wildflower, the Pale Pink Corydalis. I wrote: “Here, on the exposed
WHEN I WAS A BOY, every summer had a 2 week slice of heaven built into it. That was the time our entire family gathered in a cabin on the shores of a beautiful northern Minnesota lake called Kabetogama. Time away from important jobs and studies and school and stuff that I hated, and close to lakes and loons and
SOMETIMES WE STOP TO PONDER why we do the things we do. For many years I have led folks on journeys into wild country. In the form of ‘Road Scholar’ trips, I still do. From my book, ‘Deep Woods, Wild Waters,’ here’s why. The essay is called, “Hello To Life.” I stood in the great, billowing mists of a tremendous