Your thoroughbred camper likes not the attentions of a landlord, nor will he suffer himself to be rooted to the soil by cares of ownership or lease. It is not possession of the land, but of the landscape, that enjoys; and as for that, all the wild parts of the earth are his, by a title that carries with it no obligation but that he shall not desecrate nor lay them waste.
Houses, to such a one, in summer are little better than cages; fences and walls are his abomination; plowed fields are only so many patches of torn and tormented earth. The sleek comeliness of pasture it too prim and artificial, domestic cattle have a meek and ignoble bearing, fields of grain are monotonous to his eyes, which turn for relief to abandoned old-field, overgrown with thicket, that still harbors some the shy children of the wild. It is not the clearing but the unfenced wilderness that is the camper’s real home. He is brother to that good old friend of mine who in gentle satire of our formal gardens and close- cropped lawns, was wont to say, ‘I love the unimproved works of God.
The separation of talent and skill is one of the greatest misunderstood concepts for people who are trying to excel, who have dreams, who want to do things. Talent you have naturally. Skill is only developed by hours and hours and hours of beating on your craft.
You don’t get to choose how much you risk. Only what you risk it for.
I have never been lost, but I will admit to being confused for several weeks.
I ain’t never seen ‘em, but my common sense tells me the Andes is foothills, and the Alps is for children to climb! Keep good care of your hair! These here is God’s finest scupturings! And there ain’t no laws for the brave ones! And there ain’t no asylums for the crazy ones! And there ain’t no churches, except for this right here! And there ain’t no priests excepting the birds. By God, I are a mountain man, and I’ll live ‘til an arrow or a bullet finds me. And then I’ll leave my bones on this great map of the magnificent…
Freedom begins with an act of defiance.
The man who goes afoot, prepared to camp anywhere and in any weather, is the most independent fellow on earth. He can follow his bent, obey the whim of the hour, do what he pleases whenever he pleases, without deference to anybody, or care for any beast of burden or obedience to the course of any current. He is footloose and free. Where neither horse nor boat can go, he can go, seeing country that no other kind of traveler ever sees.
If you cannot afford to throw yourself into the wild to push yourself to your limits, then hold your piss in your bladder until it is telling you it’s at the peak of bursting. Patience is the lesson.
"Better to have a short life that is full of what you like doing than a long life spent in a miserable way."
"Once more into the fray, into the last good fight I’ll ever know, live and die on this day, live and die on this day."
I love this poem. It is universal in its meaning. Whether in life, on the battlefield, when lost in the wilderness, when trapped behind enemy lines, or when held up at gun point by a low life thief. If you want to live you have to fight for it. God isn’t just going to hand it to you on a silver platter in these kinds of situations you have to do what you have to do in order to live. And if you die then at least you will die on your feet instead of on your knees.