by Delna Macfarlane,
HUPC member from
I read your request for statements
that reveal our love of wilderness and want to tell you of one experience I had when I was about 12 years of age.
As we had a large fruit and chicken farm, it was almost impossible for my folks to both leave our place for an extended time. So Mother sacrificed and let my father take his family of five children to Yellowstone National Park, where he and Mother had their honeymoon. When we had set up the tent that afternoon, I took a little trail leading from the camp along the edge of the lake. All was quiet. I felt happy to be walking by myself.
I had gone about a quarter of a mile when I took a turn in the trail and there before me was a mother moose and her baby. To me it was a magical moment-- I gazed for a few seconds on the wonder of being so close to them. I understood it would not be wise to go any closer, so I retreated very quietly back along the trail.
The wonder of that moment has remained with me forever.