“A town is saved, not more by the righteous men in it than by the woods and swamps that surround it.” – Henry David Thoreau
I lay there in the snow, barely conscious. The winter wonderland that once constituted a short visit to this backyard forest has become a dark, cold and formidable opponent. Howling wind. Crashing snow. And the loud cry of my throbbing, swollen kneecap.