At times on quiet waters one does not speak aloud but only in whispers, for then all noise is sacrilege.

As long as there are young men with the light of adventure in their eyes and a touch of wildness in their souls, rapids will be run.

One cannot run from a challenge without losing. To flee is signing a death warrant to dignity and character, and, having run, there is no return; one is a weakling forever. Meeting a challenge, though one may be defeated, gives strength, character, and a certain assurance that regardless of outcome, one will survive or go down fighting.

Ethical and moral questions and how we answer them may determine whether primal scenes will continue to be a source of joy and comfort to future generations. The decisions are ours and we have to search our minds and souls for the right answers... We must be eternally vigilant, embrace the broad concept of an environmental ethic to survive.

Joys come from simple and natural things: mists over meadows, sunlight on leaves, the path of the moon over water.

Summer means promises fulfilled, objectives gained, hopes realized. The surge of doing and achieving, of watching and enjoying is finally replaced by a sense of quiet and floating and a certain fullness and repletion, as though one cannot absorb any more.

Simplicity in all things is the secret of the wilderness and one of its most valuable lessons