"There's scarcely a trace left now of those passageways carved out
by those iron-hard people who lived before me.
I'd like to follow those trails again through that virgin timber,
where undergrowth was shaded out, and to stop for a drink of cold water
at one of those gushing springs that traveled on to join the rivers.
But the paths of our lives never turn back..."
Josie Churchill, DIRT ROADS, p. 55
