Friday, 8 January 2010
I remember a hundred lovely lakes
I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets. It has given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day. It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful. Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and benumbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail: and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy.
Hamlin Garland, McClure's, February 1899