“Man always kills the thing he loves, and so we the pioneers have killed our wilderness. Some say we had to. Be that as it may, I am glad I shall never be young without wild country to be young in…
Of what avail are forty freedoms without a blank spot on the map?”
–Aldo Leopold, 1949
Thanks for always keeping Leopold’s words alive for me, Dad.
Rambling at dusk in the marshy prairie in Dudgeon Lake State Wildlife Management Area (Iowa).
I hope my American friends found time to ramble post-Thanksgiving, too. xx