My Dad, our two dogs and I just got back from a week of camping on a pristine lake, deep in the Maine wilderness. The bass fishing was great and we feasted on fried fish, fish chowder, and fish hash. I enjoy the rural hills of Vermont and it's wild pockets but the vast wildness of the woods we were in was a welcomed reprieve. It was astonishing to be in a place that is so far off the beaten path that it has no yet been degraded by the forces of development. My father read the Snow Leopard by Peter Matthiessen, a book that I suggested after reading, and greatly appreciating it earlier this summer. This is one of my favorite passages from the book, and it rang true after a few days in the vacuum of backcountry.

Almost everywhere, a clear and subtle illumination that lent magnificence to life and peace to death was overwhelmed in the hard glare of technology. Yet that light is always present, like the stars of noon. Man must perceive it if he is to transcend his fear of meaninglessness, for no amount of “progress” can take its place.
— Peter Matthiessen, The Snow Leopard

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