For healthy forests
In 1966, I announced that I was moving to Arkansas. My mother was horrified. Where???
Her memory of Arkansas was the place where her father traveled to hunt bear, bringing home bearskins and claws as souvenirs--the deep woods, filled with scary beasts!
Little did I know that those very forests would be a major motivation in my desire to stay here for the next 50 years. I have been surrounded by beautiful forests during many pleasurable hours of hiking, camping, canoeing, and driving--and at present, making site visits related to land conservation.