“How delightful it is, and how it makes one's pulses bound to get back into this reviving northland wilderness! How truly wild it is, and how joyously one's heart responds to the welcome it gives, its waters and mountains shining and glowing like enthusiastic human faces!”
—John Muir

“We used to go camping in upstate New York — an entire side of my family, siblings and parents and aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents, all of us, every November. There, in a wide, shallow river, we had a small island ringed in evergreen trees all to ourselves. We’d stay up late around the fire, telling stories, staying warm despite the chill.”