“We have forgotten the use of axes and saws, forgotten the joy of doing physical work. How few today know the feel of an axe as it bites into a log, the solid feel of it going into resin, the clean break of a chunk splitting in the cold. How many know how to saw – that one must not ride the saw on its return, only pull. These things have been forgotten along with walking, paddling and carrying loads. I discovered once again the satisfaction of laying in a supply of wood beyond my immediate needs, and a joy that came.
I swung the axe again and cut into the raw resin of a root. The grain was fine and golden yellow and, because my axe was sharp, its surface gleamed. There was embodiment of all that was elemental and afforded me, a man of the space age, a tie with the past. That root which once anchored a pine against the gales, held me to the earth.”
-Sigurd Olson, Runes of the North