We woke to the sound of garbage trucks and horns rather than the wind rustling leaves in the trees. North, south, east, west, I have no clue which way we’re facing because the wall of another building is all that’s visible out our window. As Amy rubbed sleep out of her eyes she said,”I had all these dreams about camping? I hardly ever dream about camping.” Our minds and bodies are in Washington D.C., but our souls remain in the Wilderness. How easily we become disconnected. If only I could walk to the edge of a pristine lake to gather water. I would see the fog burning off the as the sun crests the tall pines on the ridge to the east.
Luckily Wilderness’s intangible values have forever changed us. We carry the loon’s haunting call, smell of wild rice ripening in the sun, tired muscles, and pure water with us no matter where we go. It’s harder to hear over the din of traffic and the buzz of our phones, but the land still speaks to us when we listen hard enough.
Remember, we always need to speak loudly for quiet places like the Boundary Waters no matter where we are. Visit http://ift.tt/1x2erSX and take action today.
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