Word: trailed
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Then after a trail has been cleared it comes right back and begins to grow up again. The clearing lets in more light for the remaining trees, which grow the faster in that direction. Seedlings take root and prosper. Each winter trees fall across the path from two or three to twenty or thirty to the mile according to the severity of the storms and the local conditions; and once or twice in a generation there comes a storm that lays low whole stretches of forest and obliterates miles of trail. Aside from such storms a trail long maintained...
...purely physical side of trail work is only an incidental satisfaction, and alone, like any exercise per se, would have little attraction, though like any work in the open or in the forest, it is good for both body and soul. But all trail work is a mental challenge so keen that it fascinates the fancy. Yonder is a skyline ridge which should have a trail. A simple thought. But before it is wrought out, the details of the ground must be examined in the rough (where a mile an hour is usually the maximum); there are hours totaling days...
This for one trail. If one associates himself with a trail system of any size, he will find so many problems and matters of interest that they will exclude every other activity if given rein. The lore and the lure of the trail are equally endless. The write can testify that one may spend years on the matter of trail signs, always finding it interesting and always learning something new. For no one yet knows the best type of sign for trails...
...second with men. In nature, as in life, satisfaction comes not from acquaintance but from friendships, and friendship is predicated upon time. One can become acquainted with many places and many people in this rapid world and in exactly the same way with scores of mountains and miles of trail, but with the satisfaction only, of numbers and of mileage. A colleague of mine used to say, "I go to a different place-every summer and exhaust the region." We never doubted that the region breathed a sigh of relief when he departed, but really he was more...
...once tramped a long trail, then in good condition, with the best of companions, but was impressed with little about the trail except its length. Years later when the storms had again wreeked it, I twice worked through it with axe and cross cut and my trail crew. The first year we broke the cross-cut at the worst place and time, and two of us traveled twenty miles in storm to replace it. Next year in a grueling three days five of us took out over four hundred cross-logs. I really know that trail now and love...