by Harriet Greene
Harriet Greene, graduate of McGill University in physiotherapy, moved to the US in 1970; hiked the Long Trail in the Green Mountains of Vermont and Mount Washington in the White Mountains of New Hampshire; a trip West convinced her to move to the Rockies where she fell in love with the Grand Tetons and Wind River Range. She found a small log cabin in Jackson Hole, Wyoming and settled in for twenty years. As an avid hiker, backpacker, author, stone sculptor and marble stonecut printmaker, she feels most comfortable in the alpine with a backpack, lost in some deep remote canyon with her youngest daughter. She has published six books, her latest, “Crossing the Boundary: A Return to the Wilderness and Freedom.”
Hi Laura Lou,
Thank you for your comment. I wish I was there right now! But I have my book to bring it all back to me.
Thank you for the chance to reflect on our modern life through your writing.
It made me realize what has been missing in my life; I want to go & experience the wilderness once again!
Thank you for your comment. "We don't stop hiking because we grow old, we grow old because we stop hiking." Finis Mitchell
Can't thank you enough for stirring the passion by so perfectly describing the essence & virtues of backpacking! We've been avid, life-long packers in the Sierras, and were wild-land firefighters. Now retired, we live on the edge of the Bridger-Teton NF. Looking so forward to packing the Rockies for the first time and hopefully, for years to come : )
Hi Angela Kirk,
I appreciate your response. Living on the edge of the Bridger-Teton NF. How lucky can one get! How I loved living close to the Tetons and Wind Rivers. But my new grandson tore me away from the wilderness I loved and here I am in Oregon. Pretty but not like Wyoming. You have a wonderful adventure before you. I and my daughter backpacked in that area for 27 years.
Harriett, thanks for your story! I love what you wrote here: ".. a back-drop of chirping birds, a flutter of wings, a distant call of a hawk, the whisper of the wind around a canyon wall or the rainfly - all these pleasures reminded me that life was wonderful, that rest and relaxation were vital, and that simply keeping busy wasted our lives in accomplishing nothing of importance." I also like: (we might) "...miss the wonders of the natural world; the birds actually make music, the wind soothed a troubled brow, the sun warmed us, the moon moved our emotions, and the mountains’ massive presence provided security which we strove for all our lives."
Hi Cathy Brandt,
Thank you for your comment. The quotes you repeated brought me back to my feelings of walking in the wilderness.
Spent time out there years ago with Lorraine Bonny who also loved the out of doors. Cope Smoak, an octogenarian adventurer
Thank you for your comment. Lorraine and Orrin Bonny - brings back some memories of when I lived in Daniel, Wyoming and had the Wind Rivers stretched across my window in the distance.
From one octogenarian to another.
What a beautiful story. I resonate with your words we need so little and gather so much. The wilderness is the peace we are looking for. To be able to experience the birds, the wind, our muscles and blood. To feel alive.
Thank you for sharing!
Hi Brigitte Bernhardt,
Thank you for your comment. A quote from my book: "Going to the wilderness is going home." George Duffy
Hi Amy Mower,
Thank you so much for your comment. It's wonderful to know there are people reading. A quote from my book:
"The wilderness is good, but it's only a respite. Only the self-deluding could find Eden up here, knowing what we know. But this is my heart's country." C.L. Rawlins