There’s a hint of colour in the broadleaf trees, and the pink-footed geese are back in Scotland after their Icelandic summer. It’s autumn.
I don't mean Rangers of the Texas or Queens Park varieties. Ranger, in its old sense, is one who ranges, or wanders. But not aimlessly: Ranger refers to those who go to the wild for a serious reason, to find something. This blog is about wilderness: what it is, how to find it, and, crucially, why. This question has already been looked at by the great thinkers: Thoreau, Muir, Olson and Leopold. But, in the last analysis, it’s a question you have to answer for yourself.
Monday, 4 October 2010
On autumn
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