In a recent News Tribune piece, Sam Cook, far and away my favorite Northland writer, declared he was mulling another book. Go for it, Sam! I need another dose of your wit and philosophy as I continue my final portage.
If I talk woodsy, it’s because that’s what I am—from childhood on. Kind providence set me on a path that included wilderness treks from Maine to Alaska. You can read about some of them at www.lloydsstorytree.com.
Sam’s article led me back to Quiet Magic, his second book (1998). I read his account of Hawk Ridge and smiled. My first-ever campout was there, 1935. My buddy and I slept on the ground under the stars rolled up in a blanket. We cooked breakfast over an open fire. There was no road in those days.
A favorite day hike was to follow the ridge of the hill and across Amity Creek, Lester River, and farm fields. I caught my first trout in the Amity.
A while back I wrote a small book for leaders called the Wilderness Way: partly how-to, partly philosophy. My thesis: removing a child form direct involvement with the necessities of life damages his soul. Trail living provides that, if only briefly: food, shelter, clothing, transportation. No fast food joints on a mountain trail.
Nature is God’s other book. We need to quit yacking and get out there and look and listen. And take kids with us.
I’ll be watching for that new book, Sam.
Old Grandpa Lloyd