The sky was blanketed in stars last night and the temperature dropped to 26 below. There is something about the cold that makes the stars shimmer and dance. Totally alone in the Wilderness, we reveled in their beauty, torn between the warmth of our tent and the spectacle unfolding overhead. If being surrounded by millions of acres of roadless Wilderness makes you feel small, looking up on a clear, cold, moonless night from our camp on a frozen Wilderness lake makes you feel infinitesimal.
We are tiny grains of sand that land on earth for the blink of an eye, but n= matter how brief our time here is, or how easy it is to get lost amongst the dust where we settle, our actions shape the earth in ways that are as hard to comprehend as the limitlessness of space. “For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.” Vincent Van Gogh
We are tiny grains of sand that land on earth for the blink of an eye, but n= matter how brief our time here is, or how easy it is to get lost amongst the dust where we settle, our actions shape the earth in ways that are as hard to comprehend as the limitlessness of space. “For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.” Vincent Van Gogh
We must @SavetheBWCA so that future generations can stare into the universe wrapped in the dark, silent Wilderness and dream.
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