Reflection © AlpineQuest.com
This site is
dedicated to lovers of wilderness and remote places of grandeur - an
intimate exposure to the alpine country; its mountains and
glaciers, jagged peaks, streams and high lakes, meadow wildflowers,
and old growth forests, as well as nature (landscape and wildlife)
this site endorsed the proposed Alpine Lakes Wilderness Expansion Project.
And endorses the Stehekin Road Bill as a recreational access to the North Cascades
National Park, as well as reopening the Suiattle River Road, Illabot Creek Road, and
White Chuck River Roads. This site also supports the WDFW fish stocking program
herein Washinton state's alpine lakes, as well as having hatchery support for our salmon
& steelhead resources, simply because it's a shared resource for all, not for a select few elitist.
And too, without the aid of our hatcheries, there will be little to fish for in the future,
especially with climate changes.
It is intended
to remind man of his commitment to the preservation of wild lands
thereby protecting them for future generations to enjoy, as well as
the creatures they nourish. In so doing,"we must remember not to exclude
ourselves from what we wish to preserve, to include maintaining access roads
for recreational purposes such as hiking, climbing, fishing and hunting."
And in our wandering, let us respect the wild for what it is and tread lightly
thereupon it recognizing its fragility.
The concept of
this site actually began in manuscript form during the 1960s when I
first became incensed with the multiude of destructive practices
affecting our natural resources such as: clear-cutting in National
Forests and causing siltation of salmon streams. Thus, it is my
sincere hope that you enjoy the text and photos of this site, and
perhaps rediscover your own inner feelings about how we view what
wild lands remain and how we should treat them. Ceratinly, the
aesthetic value these wild lands have upon mankind, is far more
important to him and the earth now, than the amount of monetary
gains that can be derived from them. In essence, the true meaning of
our public lands and wild lands lies in the aesthetic value it
brings to mankind, not the dollars it can generate through
industrial revenue, and or commercial greed.
"Without trees (to include the huge lowland-river second growth) and
land set aside, there is no forest."
children never experience the grandeur of these environs, surely
mankind will suffer for it in the end."
note: this site
contains only a small fraction of the many photo adventures in the
wild, that my friends and I have shared together for a great many
years. We hope you enjoy them as I've tried to capture the
essence of it all through photography and my writings, as part of
the spirited relay team of conservationists who have gone before me -
carrying the torch of conservation and trying to keep that theme/dream alive . . .
Wild Summer-run Steelhead
McLeod Steelhead Flies
Ken McLeod 1923 Deer Creek Summer-run
Skykomish Sunrise Wet Fly
Purple Peril Evening
Fly Fishing Silhouette
Angel On The Water
Rocky Ford Giant
The River Why
In The Mossy Realm
Wild Trout Waters
Wild Fork Shangri-La River
The Last Cast
Trapper Nelson Backpack History
La Push & Moclips Sunset Series
The air, soil, forests, and
waters are sacred to me.
Into the wild thus I go, as I am forever drawn to it like a magnet is to steel . . .
He that seeks the high
shall be blessed with a
wealth of beauty
Its been said, if a
mountain could sing, it would do so like Tibetan Monks of Lhasa,
Tibet...the experience of Ten-trul Yul-tru: purifying the
environment and its inhabitants through Sacred Music Sacred
Dance...and I concur.
In wildness is the
preservation of the world (Thoreau)
Not all those who wander
are lost (Tolkien)
There are those who look at
things the way they are, and ask why . . . I dream of things that never were, and ask why not? (Robert F. Kennedy)
|"Let us probe the silent places, |
Let us seek what luck betide us;
Let us journey to a lonely land I
There's a whisper on the night-wind,
There's a star a gleam to guide us,
And the wild is calling, calling
. . . Let us
Of The Wild, by Robert Service