I felt a little of what he felt today when I went to look at a property overlooking Rainbow Lake in Willow. There was almost no undergrowth save for a carpet of dwarf dogwood and an occasional fern or devils club. The trees were mostly mature birch with some young spruce mixed in.
I had to just take a few photos. These were all taken from exactly the same spot as I turned in three directions.
The summer—no sweeter was ever;
The sunshiny woods all athrill;
The grayling aleap in the river,
The bighorn asleep on the hill.
The strong life that never knows harness;
The wilds where the caribou call;
The freshness, the freedom, the farness—
O God! how I’m stuck on it all.