“In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth. Within these plantations of God, a decorum and sanctity reign, a perennial festival is dressed, and the guest sees not how he should tire of them in a thousand years. In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life, — no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes,) which nature cannot repair.”
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
This is an entry from my journal on July 8, 2012
“As I write I am currently atop the Moose Basin Divide (Grand Teton National Park) staring down at Moose Basin. My eyes can see for miles all around. It is a remarkable place up in the mountains with green valleys down below and snow on the side of the mountains which act as a fortress to this place. Atop the divide, wildflowers are scattered among the rocks in all assortments of color; blue, yellow, purple, white. Out in the basin we spotted a grizzly bear roaming the meadows while enjoying the astonishing beauty. Actually, I wonder if the bear has any recognition of the scenic place in which he resides? Does he know how fortunate he is?
Further on up the mountains stands a bighorn sheep peering down from it’s rock cliffs. It’s silhouette marks the skyline and provides scope to the true grandness of the mountain on which he stands. Yet even such grandness I cannot comprehend. I try to explain it in words and capture it in pictures but to no avail. I don’t think that even my thoughts can even capture the scenery.
How does one grasp such a view? How can you hold it? In seeing such a place I feel as though I want to be apart of it all. No longer do I want to sit and stare at the mountains. I want to be a part of them, integrated in them. Unfortunately, that is not possible. I think that is the allure of the outdoors, of nature, that regardless of how much time you spend in it you still want to more. And so day after day passes without feeling completely entwined and so it forces one to spend another day outdoors and another and another. Finally, the end result is that the only place one wants to be is outdoors. I must confess I am reaching that point and do not mind it at all. I will openly welcome such an obsession, especially if it takes me places like this. The grandeur of the mountains I do not believe will ever tire as there is an eternally captivating mysterious aura about the peaks and their canyons, and what live in them and on top of them”