Winter Camping 2010

Story and Photos by Mike Whiteley

"Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow"

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Emerald Lake Frozen Over

A walk in the woods in the winter can be one of the best times to be outdoors, quiet, still and breathtakingly beautiful the wilderness is transformed into something new and different by the snow and cold. As children we all understood what fun the snow could be but it seems for some that as we got older we have lost some of our zeal for being outside in the winter. Our trips this winter have brought us closer to nature in ways that are not always understood during other times of the year. We had snowshoeing trips, camping, picnics and photography outings all this winter.

White Out At Mills Lake

Sometimes it is cold, sometimes the wind blows and sometimes it snows but by leaving the safety and comfort of our homes we experience nature on its own terms we feel what nature feels. We become closer and see the wilderness through a different set of eyes, we experience the wild more completely. It is easy with all of our technology to distance ourselves from the natural world and once doing it is easier for us to ignore it. It is great to watch a show on TV about far off wildernesses but it is sometimes more important to just feel the snow under your feet.

"There is a wolf in me … fangs pointed for tearing gashes … a red tongue for raw meat … and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go... —For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness."

Carl Sandburg

Now is the discount of our Winter tents

If you did not make it into the woods this winter, give it a try or think about it for next year you may see and feel things that you have not felt for a long time and hopefully become closer to the wilderness in the process.

Mike Whiteley