Feb. 8, 1968
If there’s anything worth comparing with a forest trail winding off into summer-drenched hills it would have to be the snow-covered forest roads of winter leading mysteriously away into those same mountains and canyons.
Such a comparison would of course have to be in terms of the joy derived from traveling these roads and trails in the two opposite seasons. Hiking along a mountain trail in the summertime, under a blue sky…
