You folks are killing me!! I mean that in a good way. I have always enjoyed alternate perspectives, from a mountain top, in a canoe, through the perception of someone else...
I read the article and save for the dated vernacular, it actually brought out quite the nostalgia trip for me. Around the time of that article's release, I had a subscription to Wilderness Camping, in fact, I can clearly recall reading that very article. I was young and strong, and likely more opinionated than Mr. Galt!
My Darling Bride and I would paddle regularly on the Mohawk, trying in vain to catch Harry (Roberts) in his fancy, elitist Sawyers. We would load up the canoe and camping gear and think nothing of paddling in to St Regis Pond at midnight, carrying in the moonlight.
No internet, no virtual communities, just a great magazine with an opinionated editor... And it couldn't have been better!! Yeah, it was a good time.
So now I sit here with my lifetime of experience, my enormous wisdom (right!) and my shriveling biceps, and my head full of sugar plums past.
Would I trade all this to be back there, reading that article, so long ago?? Chasing after Harry? Paddling, carrying, camping at the drop of a hat?
Maybe for a day or two...
I read the article and save for the dated vernacular, it actually brought out quite the nostalgia trip for me. Around the time of that article's release, I had a subscription to Wilderness Camping, in fact, I can clearly recall reading that very article. I was young and strong, and likely more opinionated than Mr. Galt!
My Darling Bride and I would paddle regularly on the Mohawk, trying in vain to catch Harry (Roberts) in his fancy, elitist Sawyers. We would load up the canoe and camping gear and think nothing of paddling in to St Regis Pond at midnight, carrying in the moonlight.
No internet, no virtual communities, just a great magazine with an opinionated editor... And it couldn't have been better!! Yeah, it was a good time.
So now I sit here with my lifetime of experience, my enormous wisdom (right!) and my shriveling biceps, and my head full of sugar plums past.
Would I trade all this to be back there, reading that article, so long ago?? Chasing after Harry? Paddling, carrying, camping at the drop of a hat?
Maybe for a day or two...