Daniel J. Rice

When I returned to camp, they walked behind me on the trail, and we spoke not a word about getting skunked today, but rather talked about the days we returned with a stringer full of fish, and how we filleted them and the left the guts out for bears and eagles, and how those fish tasted fresh when we fried them over a fire.

I was disoriented by the idea that men should ever leave the forest.

A man without enemies is a dishonest man.

There are places which exist in this world beyond the reach of imagination.

The past and the future were starlight, seemingly so close, but forever out of reach. Eli felt that starlight, the infinity of knowing nothing but his finite existence.

This was going to be difficult, because he enjoyed women, but all the ones he has known seemed to have been sent as secret assassins on a mission to destroy his pride and ability.

This was going to be difficult, because he enjoyed women, but all the ones he has known seemed to be sent as secret assassins on a mission to destroy his pride and ability.

The trees show definitions of themselves subtly like the face of a man.

I often wonder what happened to those few I spent my youth in battle beside, those select individuals whom I was drawn to simply by coincidence, whom I joined forces with against an unknown future and a world so large that we depended upon each other because none of us knew a damn thing, and we were all so wise.

The mountains knew the definition of freedom. They provided a place where he could find his mind.

Sometimes I feel like I__ losing my mind,_ she said with a hintof sadness.__ou lost your mind a long time ago,_ he said seriously. She looked at him with indignation. __hat__ a compliment for anyone who knows the freedom and clarity of losing their mind,_ he reaffirmed her.

Their minds told them this life was not their own. This life was not the one designed for this body and soul. The truth of existence was a happiness separated from the easy happy life. There was music in the forest. There was clean air where nobody could hear him breathe.

...returning to nature has been a dream present in the minds of every generation since mankind first left nature.

The trout is still with me, as are my memories. The future is somewhere between these two forces, but it lives in mystery. The river records to trail behind or before me, and covers everything as it flows. This mountain and this river are old, yet as I wade alone, they both appear young and new to me.

If you are lucky you will have the opportunity in your life to be owned by a good piece of land.

Can you imagine a scenario, given our present circumstances, in which human life will actually survive and be here in a thousand years?

As Gabe continued to speak, he sounded to be a cheerful and intelligent person, two attributes I have commonly found associated with people who spend most of their time outdoors.-from New River, in the anthology AWAKE IN THE WORLD

The outside is the only place we can truly be inside the world.