I've done more reading in the past year than ever before. Sometimes I wander around the library wondering what book to borrow. I've read about the earliest Native American Indians. Then I started reading about the American West.
I'm currently reading the Big Sky series by A.B. Guthrie, Jr. The book is titled "Fair Land, Fair Land". Today I read a paragraph that echos exactly how I have felt while hiking.
"The days and nights were the same but the country changed, from forest to ferns to pieces of prairie and cottonwood patches. It was good to take note of them all but bad not to know what was seen. What's the name of this plant? What kind of tree's that? A damn shame that a man went through life ignorant of the life around him."