There is pleasure in the pathless woods, There is rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea and the music in its roar, I love not man the less,but Nature more. -Lord Byron EXT. THE STAMPEDE 1 TRAIL - DAY 1 SUPER: Tuesday, April 28th 1992...
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From here, I traipsed across the field, compass in hand, and entered the woods at what appeared to be the remnant of an old tractor path. It didn’t take long to find the high point, as it was only about 150-200 feet into the woods, and the underbrush was very light. Picking th...
Frostburg State: Out of the Woods; School in Western Md. Mountains Is Attracting City StudentsEugene L. Meyer
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You only have a map and a compass, and instead of running down a city road, you may need to run around in the woods, climb over rocks and go up and down hills. Welcome to orienteering! In the game of orienteering, players use a map and a compass to find stations. These stations ...
What everybody echoes or in silence passes by as true to–day may turn out to be falsehood to–morrow, mere smoke of opinion, which some had trusted for a cloud that would sprinkle fertilizing rain on their fields. What old people say you cannot do, you try and find that you can. Ol...
Those matted woods, where birds forget to sing, But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling; Those pois'nous fields with rank luxuriance crown'd, Where the dark scorpion gathers death around; Where at each step the stranger fears to wake ...