"I sat before my fire and looked down the lake into the blue from which I had come, and as the quiet descended and the first stars came out, the coals glowed and I gazed into them as primitive men had for many thousands of years. 

I hoped we would never lose what I saw there, and the natives, as they learned more of their culture, would be proud of what they knew and give back to us some of the calm, serenity, and sense of belonging we have eliminated from our hurried lives on the outside."  - Sigurd F. Olson