By speaking of greater forces than we can possibly invoke, and by confronting us with greater spans of time than we can possibly envisage, mountains ….

All travelers to wild places will have felt some version of this, a brief blazing perception of the world's disinterest. In small measures it exhilar….

The compact between writing and walking is almost as old as literature -- a walk is only a step away from a story, and every path tells..

We are fallen mostly into pieces but the wild returns us to ourselves.

Knowing another is endless,' Shepherd had written; 'The thing to be known grows with the knowing..

Those who travel to mountain-tops are half in love with themselves, and half in love with oblivion..

Anyone who lives in a city will know the feeling of having been there too long. The gorge-vision that the streets imprint on us, the sense of blockag….

Touch is a reciprocal action, a gesture of exchange with the world. To make an impression is also to receive one, and the soles of our feet, shaped b….

As the pen rises from the page between words, so the walker's feet rise and fall between paces, and as the deer continues to run as it bounds from th….

Humans are animals and like all animals we leave tracks as we walk: signs of passage made in snow, sand, mud, grass, dew, earth or moss.... We easily….

I remembered what Thoreau had written in his journal about thinking nothing of walking eight miles to greet a tree..

A basic language-literacy of Nature is falling from us. And what is being lost along with this literacy is something perhaps even more valuable: a ki….

Woods and forests have been essentialt to the imagination of these islands, and of countries throughout the world, for centuries. It is for this reas….