"I had weird dreams full of barnyard animals. Most of them wanted to kill me. The rest wanted food." — Rick Riordan

 “Here in this wild and beautiful spot amid the mountains, the dark woods, the rising mist, the new moon hanging above the silhouettes of the peaks, we waited, in spite of the night chill, until the last sunlight of the spring had ebbed from the sky.”

― Edwin Way Teale, North with the Spring: A Naturalist's Record of a 17,000-Mile Journey with the North American Spring