The war we face as an "outdoor" industry and even as a human population is primal. We can't assume we'll always have students, customers or simply nature lovers. Times, as Bob Dylan once said, a "a-changing".
Today on my Skillet Creek Journal I'm contemplating nature's end. Sometimes I when we ride the train we spend so much time involved in looking out the window, complaining about the food, and reading the newspaper that we never actually consider that the ride will soon end. I think this is why conservation is both a hopeless endeavor, and yet a desperate measure.
I've noticed the early spring plants are starting to push up through the thick leaves covering the forest floor. Even a couple trees are starting to put out their leaves as we march toward May. So today lets see if you ever get off the water. Can you name these early spring risers?