A stand of trees grown in Arlington which has remained untouched since the time European settlers first set foot on American soil.
Thoreau once wrote: “I enter a swamp as a sacred place.” But until recently few Americans would agree.
Times and fashions and equipment may change, but skiing remains the best possible way to enjoy snow and mountains in winter.
There are days in the Northshire when an angler can stand knee-deep in cool, swift, dancing water and take trout on every cast. It’s almost too good to be true. At times like this, I’m put in mind of a wicked little short story called “Mr. Theodore Castwell,” by the great British author G.E.M. Skies.