In my childhood it was rare to come across clear cuts when I would adventure around the land with my father and sisters. I have never thought of myself as a “tree hugging hippie” but I have come to find in my own adventures that I cannot look at a single mountain range without seeing a cleared open wound on it, if not several. I cannot walk through so many forests without entering a place man has harmed. I am saddened by this fact. I wish it weren’t so, there must be another way. I don’t hate...
