Only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter.
John Muir (1838 - 1914)
Contributed by: Siona
The mountains are calling and I must go.
The power of imagination makes us infinite.
There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.
Trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!
When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.
How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!
I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do.
Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.
The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
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