The feel of a canoe gunnel at the thigh, the splash of flying spray in the face, the rhythm of the snowshoe trail, the beckoning of far-off hills and valleys, the majesty of the tempest, the calm and silent presence… — Grey Owl Copy Share Image
While scholars are comparing and contrasting theories, debating intellectual questions, and dividing humankind into categories, the world is changed by persons with faith, spirit,… — Grey Owl Copy Share Image
The feel of a canoe gunnel at the thigh, the splash of flying spray in the face, the rhythm of the snowshoe trail, the… — Grey Owl Copy Share Image
“We must remember that in the end nature does not belong to us, we belong to it.” — Grey Owl Copy Share Image
Life is a rush into the unknown. You can duck down & hope nothing hits you, Or stand as tall as you can, show… — Grey Owl Copy Share Image
