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Revisiting “Lost on a Mountain in Maine”
Back in 2016, I wrote about the Maine woods, growing up learning and knowing how to stay safe inside them, and about Donn Fendler, who, at 12 years old, got lost on Mount Katahdin and survived walking about 35 miles over the course of nine days. This past weekend, on July 25th, I hiked the same trail Donn Fendler and his hiking party hiked 81 years and one week beforeāand revisitedĀ Lost on a Mountain in Maine.
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A Picture Can’t
What you can’t see, is an almost identical tree much closer to the camera, although just left of the frame. What you can’t see, is a historical fort much further in the distance, although just right of the frame. What you can’t see, is where the ocean seems to go on forever, that hazy line of the horizon that shapes our world. What you can’t smell, is a naturally sweet aroma that slowly fills your nostrils, a sanguine scent you wish you could bottle and carry with you always. Its source: pink petals in a boisterous green bush crowding the edge of the tarred path; also what you can’t see.…
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Natural Energy | Sunday Morning Thoughts
The fresh blue sky is covered with wispy white clouds, creating a plush and somewhat oceanic covering that could later turn to an angry storm, or just continue being overcast. I can see just the tops of the trees that line the opposite side of the stream bank; a stream I can’t see now but know is there. The green, rounded tops – accented by ragged, leafless branches of one individual tree – appear dark against the light blue and white fluff of the sky . Why is it that these colors are so soothing, so incredibly calming?
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Bug Bites, Rain, Greasy Hair | Sunday Morning Thoughts
As a kid, I was always excited to go on camping trips. My family would plan two or three every summer, whether this meant traveling to a new location, heading to a usual place, or just bringing tents along to ourĀ camp for the 4th of July so we didn’t have to sleep inside (Note: on a sweltering hot day in July, my grandfather likes to keepĀ camp’s inside temperature right around 90 degrees).
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Like A Plant | Sunday Morning Thoughts
This morning I’m on my couch under a pink and black fleece blanket – a no-tie blanket I made when I was in high school. My coffee is almost gone, and it seems like the rain outside is falling harder than when I woke up.
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Every Day is Earth Day
“We abuse land because we regard it as a commodity belonging to us. When we see land as a community to which we belong, we may begin to use it with love and respect.” -Aldo Leopold | Foreword toĀ A Sand County AlmanacĀ (1949)
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