A year ago we were deep in the Wilderness on Knife Lake. Gazing across a mirror smooth lake rimmed with ice waiting for the lakes to freeze. It was silent. The last of the loons flew South was soon as the ice sung and the shallow bays and creeks froze.
Now we are surrounded by noise, insulated in buildings, and removed from the singing Wilderness, but we must remember its call and speak loudly for it no matter where our paths lead us. It is simply too precious to risk.
Now we are surrounded by noise, insulated in buildings, and removed from the singing Wilderness, but we must remember its call and speak loudly for it no matter where our paths lead us. It is simply too precious to risk.
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