Lassoing the Sun Quotes

“It’s pretty here all right, so pretty that you can get stupid looking at it and forget to pay attention to Death, who walks up wearing Yosemite as if it were a fine suit of clothes, and while you’re admiring the cloth and color, there’s Death standing in front of you and smiling, considering all the ways he’s got to kill you. Yeah, death hides in beauty. *   *   *”
― Mark Woods, Lassoing the Sun: A Year in America's National Parks

“When darkness is at its darkest, that is the beginning of all light.”
― Mark Woods, Lassoing the Sun: A Year in America's National Parks

“It reminded me that if you spend a few hours in a national park, you check it off a list. If you spend a few days, you develop an attachment that lasts a long time, maybe even a lifetime. If you spend more than that, you become an advocate, a defender, an evangelist.”
― Mark Woods, Lassoing the Sun: A Year in America's National Parks

“We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children.”
― Mark Woods, Lassoing the Sun: A Year in America's National Parks

“We save rivers and canyons and mountains, and they save us.”
― Mark Woods, Lassoing the Sun: A Year in America's National Parks

“... the difference between "sacred" and "scared" is a couple of transposed letters.”
― Mark Woods, Lassoing the Sun: A Year in America's National Parks

“It is always sunrise somewhere,” he wrote in a journal. “The dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.”
― Mark Woods, Lassoing the Sun: A Year in America's National Parks

“I can never quite make out the words, and I’m afraid I’ll have to leave Yosemite before I understand what God is saying to me, and what I should be saying back.”
― Mark Woods, Lassoing the Sun: A Year in America's National Parks

“I had thought once past there my reward will begin, but now everything seems kind of empty and I find I already have my reward—in the doing of the thing. The stars and cliffs and canyons, the roar of the rapids, the moon, the uncertainty, worry, the relief when thru each one, the campfires at night, the real respect and friendship of the rivermen I met.”
― Mark Woods, Lassoing the Sun: A Year in America's National Parks