The greatest gift of life on the mountain is time. Time to think or not think, . . . to sleep and cook and walk in the woods, to sit and stare at the shapes of the hills. I PRODUCE NOTHING BUT WORDS; I CONSUME NOTHING BUT FOOD, A LITTLE PROPANE, A LITTLE FIREWOOD. BY BEING UTTERLY USELESS IN THE CALCULATIONS OF THE CULTURE AT LARGE I BECOME USEFUL, AT LAST, TO MYSELF. -- PHILIP CONNORS; trailboxes.com