Take nothing but pictures.
Leave nothing but footprints.
But still they ignore pleas and commands and warnings.
Still they ignore fences, leave the path, and flirt with danger.
We watch adults lead their children astray, encourage them to dance in slippery spots.
And we talk about how we might not be able to steep ourselves in beauty if more people chose the way of self.
We talk about God’s warnings and commands.
And how our own lives would have less beauty if we chose the way of self.
We are at Tahquamenon Falls today.
We try to imagine how the woods and river have changed since the footsteps of moccasins and lumberjack boots.
We try to imagine the sounds from the plip, plip of a canoe paddle to the rumble of logs.
And we walk with a sense of awe.
Oh, Sandy – these posts have been just so lovely! What a wonderful gift you bring to each other on this journey. Thanks so much for sharing bits of it with us.
Thanks for your heart-stirring journey and scenic posts. I’m in a canoe paddling down the river with you! Thanks for sharing your wonderful memories with granddaughter.
It is a shame that many do not care about others, or the specialness of a place, and through their disregard, ruin something beautiful without even one pang of regret. It has once been said we are loving our national parks to death. In most cases it is the abuse of so many that has such an impact. It angers me. And yet, why would our national parks be different? Just look at our cities. However, on an up note, my current city of residence is unlike any I have ever lived in. Civic and state pride is evident everywhere with great stewardship. I have yet to see any graffiti – anywhere – virtually no trash, even along the highways let alone the parks. People are friendly and respectful. Oh, there ares some issue, granted, but they are few compared to other areas I have lived. But, I rant. Forgive me. Your pictures are beautiful. What a wonderful trip, and thank you for sharing these moments with us.