"I remember a hundred lovely
lakes, and recall the fragrant
breath of pine and fir and cedar
and poplar trees.  The trail has
strung upon it, as upon a thread
of silk, opalescent dawns and
saffron sunsets.  It has given me
blessed release from care and
worry and the troubled thinking
of our modern day.  It has been
a return to the primitive and the
peaceful.  Whenever the
pressure of our complex city life
thins my blood and benumbs my
brain, I seek relief in the trail;
and when I hear the coyote
wailing to the yellow dawn, my
cares fall from me - I am
happy."  ~ Hamlin Garland,
McClure's, February 1899



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