“He closed his eyes and tried to shut out his thoughts. It would be better just to listen to the rain falling, to smell the pines and the wood smoke. They couldn’t take that from him–the memory of countless lonely fires built in countless lonely places, a memory that leaves a man with a taste for wild country.” –Louis L’Amour (Under the Sweetwater Rim)
“The grasslands of the wilderness overflow; the hills are clothed with gladness.” –Psalm 65:12 (NIV)