Love is a powerful tool, and maybe, just maybe, before the last little town is corrupted and the last of the unroaded and undeveloped wildness is given over to dreams of profit, maybe it will be love, finally, love for… — T. H. Watkins Copy Share Image
As strenuous challenge or contemplative retreat, the parks and other units of the national lands offer welcome respite from the world, a safety valve… — T. H. Watkins Copy Share Image
The silken rush of woodland waters and the scoured shapes of the desert - these and countless other treasures we owe to those farsighted… — T. H. Watkins Copy Share Image
Love is a powerful tool, and maybe, just maybe, before the last little town is corrupted and the last of the unroaded and undeveloped… — T. H. Watkins Copy Share Image
