The morning we awoke in the Wayside Rest Station, we were able to see the massive Mt Drum ( invisible the night before— the view had cleared overnight.) I figured that some of my sore muscles were, not just from the longer-than-usual hike yesterday, but the fact that my pockets had many stones in them. Since we’d admired the Inukshuks in Canada, I was determined to build my own in my Maine garden. So I’ve been squirreling away rectangular and square shaped rocks in the correct proportions. We were reminded of carrying little Ryley up Pleasant Pond Mountain and getting him home to find his pockets full of “favorite rocks.”
The Inukshuk is a pile of stones shaped like a human—it represents community, safety, a harbor in Arctic elements. Contrast instead, what I found while swimming in Lake Loise, AK—is this what we leave our future generations? Do they even know what it is? Do you?
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