Spring 2010

 "A rough smack of resin was in the air and a crystal mountain. It came pouring over these green slopes by the oceanful. The woods sang aloud, and gave largely of their healthful breath. Gladdness seemed to inhabit these upper zones, and we had left indifferance behind us in the valley....There are days in a life when thus to climb out of the lowlands seems like scaling heaven."

                                             -R.L. Stevenson