"The summer—no sweeter was ever;
The sunshiny woods all athrill;
The grayling aleap in the river,
The bighorn asleep on the hill.
The strong life that never knows harness;
The wilds where the caribou call;
The freshness, the freedom, the farness—O God! how I’m stuck on it all"
By Jörgen Johansson
|Overlooking the Ross River in 2011 after wet and sweaty slog through thick brush, the sky finally showing some blue, after days of rain.|