More From the Wilderness
Well, it took me 2 whole days to recuperate. Carpal Tunnel Syndrome, sore calf muscles, and the need for sleep are all better. As I waddled out of bed on Monday and Tuesday morning I asked myself, "Was it really worth it?" My answer was clear. "Yes it was."

First, it is always worth the time and effort to introduce new people to the wonders of wilderness and nature. In one way or another I have been doing that for over 30 years. The reaction of young people to the countless stars in the Milky Way that we never see in the suburbs or cities is irreplaceable. The lessons of working together to make the kayak move smoothly or even just to get supper ready are essential.


For me, it is also that moment of being on the water. I have been "haunted by water" as Norman Maclean said in A River Runs Through It. I grew up on the shores where the West Branch of the Susquehanna River meets Pine Creek- Tiadaghton- in northern Pennsylvania. Water is special and exciting and fearsome. Canoeing, kayaking, sitting on the bank watching the river flow. These are sacred events, places where and when the holy can break through. One need only live through a major flood, hurricane, or overly windy day to know that this is not something to play with. It is a power greater than oneself and to come face to face with that power in water is awe-inspiring.

But above all it is worth the time to discover thimbleberries, bunchberries, and birdsfoot trefoil.




It is worth the time to sit and watch the sun set.








It is worth it to be with the youth who are at but a beginning of a lifelong journey.