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The first time I visited Crater Lake National Park, the November wind was so cold that my lips became numb. My cheeks soon succumbed to the cold as well and, eventually, so did my entire face. I’d neglected to bring a hat, so in an act of creative desperation, I tied my scarf around my…
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There are times when I want walk into the forest alone. Walk where there are no paths. No concrete, or gravel, or dirt trails worn thin by hiking boots. I want ferns by my feet. When I pause, and hold my breath, and listen closely, I want to hear branches clipping together, and distant, wind-woven…
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When was the last time you stood beneath the sky? Perhaps during a few hurried minutes between commutes. If you’re like most people, you didn’t even look up. As a society, we have lost our connection to nature. It seems young people, especially, are deprived of connection to the natural world. Notable groups urge…