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Finished reading; RTC.

Not only did I finish reading this in between shoveling snow and ice on Monday, I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Review to come when I have a little more time.

Finished reading; RTC.

Finished reading; RTC.

Finished reading; RTC.

Finished reading; RTC.

Finished reading; RTC.

Finished reading; RTC.

Finished reading; RTC.

Finished reading;RTC.

Finished reading; RTC.

Finished reading; RTC.

Finished reading; RTC.

Brilliant and amazing!

Finished reading; RTC.

Finished reading; RTC.

Oh hold as it is still living in my daughter's car after accidentally being left behind. 😂

Finished reading; RTC.

RTC

[There is] a fundamental conflict in national park management: that efforts to perpetuate natural conditions would have to be forever reconciled with the presence o large numbers of people.

We cannot come to terms with nature without coming to terms with our own work.

Greatly paraphrased - Both sides of this issue need to be taken into account for us to live side by side with nature. Perhaps this is the definition of environmentalism?

Sometimes it's overwhelming, all the serious problems in the world, the magnitude is so huge.

Try this. Fall in love every day. Fall in love with a friend, a flower, a cloud, a novel, a poem, an idea, a song. Fall in love with words, with life. Open your heart to the beauty around you every day.

In 1929, President Hoover's Committee on Recent Economic Changes observed that the biggest challenge facing growth in America was the frugality of most Americans. Industrialists worried production would become so efficient it would soon turn out goods at a pace far greater than people's desire to have them. Their solution - create a culture that shifted from fulfilling basic human needs to creating new ones.

Some Alaskans still regard their national parks as being 'locked up.' They're not. They're locked open. Come on in. Learn to share. Be young again. Climb a mountain, run a river, sleep on the ground. Why? To reset your clock, repair your heart, rediscover what's real: the earth, your home, not a bad place to be.

learning was once through . . . , and story . . . the stories told in the warm light of a fire, the speaker and listeners gathered under the skins and furs of the animals they hunted and admired. In the arc of human history, this fire burned--and these listeners lived--only yesterday. Their stories, like treasured books today, were honored and passed down from generation to generation, made divine in their precision.

The land in made of stories. They color and texture everything.

I know now that love and companionship bring me my greatest joy, while open space and music make anything seem possible.