Voices in the Wilderness
Stone Koivu Reader Staff The crisp morning air was heavy with the pine aroma as I entered the backcountry, my boots sinking into the wet earth. The sun was just beginning to rise, golden...
Stone Koivu Reader Staff The crisp morning air was heavy with the pine aroma as I entered the backcountry, my boots sinking into the wet earth. The sun was just beginning to rise, golden...
By Ben Olson Reader Staff Phil Hough can pinpoint exactly when he fell in love with the wilderness. He remembers paddling down the Allagash River in a canoe in the heart of the north...