The “trucklet” meandered its way through the Vinalhaven fog in an effort to deliver me to my favorite fishing spot on the island. I wasn’t in search of big game fish just some Mackerel to cook up for a mid morning meal. As I made my way across the quiet island I thought about the casual attitude beginning to creep into my approach to wilderness experiences; the once foreign and exotic has now become routine and ordinary. Given enough time in a particular environment such a transformation is inevitable however it doesn’t mean that our respect and reverence for these wild and beautiful lands needs to diminish accordingly. So for this week’s post I will keep my own thoughts brief and simply share some stories from folks who have found appreciation for the natural world in their own backyards. Enjoy!
Alpine Migrations 