"The picnic tables here appear as tiny, moss and leaf covered anchors to humanity in this place where the trees tower over
with a primeval presence. I feel like I have wandered into an ancient site
of stone alters built to appease the forest's spirit but where, in
actuality, only vacation hunters on pilgrimage to the Great Outdoors have sacrificed beer and burgers."
-From Steven Hays' web journal - Down The Back Roads