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Land returns to tribe, everybody wins
RED CLIFF RESERVATION, Wis. — It's before the autumn palette, so everything is coated in green: a ground cover of club moss, a thick padding of moss on stumps and tree trunks. One random fern in a patch of ferns trembles in a stream of air I can't feel, as if taken by a spirit. If I rush past, this is all simply scenery. But when I am still, everything around me comes alive, moves in subtle ways you can sometimes see, sometimes feel, and you start to reflect on a few things and let go of a few others. This is what John Muir meant about going out for a walk actually meaning going in for a walk.
By Kevin Revolinski, Special to Tribune Newspapers
October 7, 2012