Yes, there are plenty of heroes and heroines everywhere you look.
They are not famous people. They are generally obscure and modest people doing useful work, keeping their families together, and taking an active part in the health of their communities, opposing what is evil (in one way or another) and defending what is good.
Heroes do not want power over others. Devoted though we must be to the conservation cause, I do not believe that any of us should give it all of our time or effort or heart. Give what you can, but do not burn yourselves out — or break your hearts. Let us save at least half of our lives for the enjoyment of this wonderful world which still exists. Leave your dens, abandon your cars and walk out into the great mountains, the deserts, the forests, the seashores.
Those treasures still belong to all of us.
Enjoy them to the full, stretch your legs, expand your lungs, enliven your hearts — long live the weeds and the wilderness yet!
— Edward Abbey @ The Hammock Papers: Enjoyment.
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The weeds and wilderness I can deal with, but I do find myself cussing the mosquitoes lately.
Amen ! I’ve been camped for three weeks in Lakeview Oregon, I’m working my ass of building motorcycle tracks and trails. I do this, because I like it!
More importantly I like the peace the quiet, it’s raining softly again today. Soothing to my soul
Mosquitos and flies are nothing more than Demoncraps with tiny wings.
My son gave me bees for Christmas, so one has had to acquire the appurtenances thereto. Whilst recently donning the veiled hat I was momentarily transported back across the decades to the deck of a tug busily shouldering a log barge alongside the overturned barge which served as the pier for the lumber camp in Icy Bay, the last time I wore such a thing. I am a Southerner, and by choice have lived most of my adult life within smelling distance of swampy water in one port city or another. I thought I had seen mosquitoes; in equatorial Africa, Looziana bayous, Brasilian rivers… No, I apparently had not. Gotta say it’s a whole ‘nother experience up there north of 60. Way, way intense, but at least short, unlike SENCland, where ours basically goes last freeze to first freeze, about eight months.
Greetings, salutations, and wishing you well in your battle with the bastids.
My dad was sent to Camp Claiborne in 1942 after airborne training at Fort Bragg. He used to joke that the state bird of “Lousy-anna” is the mosquito– compared to Pennsylvania skeeters, the Camp Claiborne mosquitoes were humongous and insatiable.
Dear captflee: Next time you are in Brazil go up the Rio Negro from where it meets the Amazon. Because of the presence of humic acid in the water—thus, “Black River”—there are no mosquitoes or other bothersome insects. The pH of the Rio Negro is too high for the development of insect larvae. One can spend a blissful time camping along its shores with nary an insect in sight.
Mosquitoes, on the other hand: http://www.ipernity.com/blog/319805/495339
Exactly! That’s why I go to the streams and the woods as often as I can with flyrod in hand. It doesn’t even matter if I can entice a trout to my fly. Even the ticks don’t bother me, little bastards though they are. I just pick ’em off of me, grasp them with a hemostat, and burn ’em dead.
And we won’t be eating bugs or living in pods at the Bidenville favela with chains resting gently.
Slidin’ with Biden down the toilet bowl of Long March mediocrity is out of the question as well.
The old James Brown song Funky President (It’s Bad People) comes to mind but Gerald Ford wasn’t that bad.
If you read Edward Abbey’s books carefully you will discover he didn’t want Americans to enjoy the wilderness. He wanted to but thought if too many people come out there it would ruin it for him.
I believe that is a Stevens /Springfield side by side shotgun. Made in the 70-80’s. Very handy gun.