These woods speak proudly of resilience, as much as any place in Michigan. By good fortune, this small patch of Michigan’s vast northern forests has never heard the sound of a lumberjack’s ax. The trees here have been growing since the early French explorers founded Fort Detroit in 1700. A few white pines are even older, having survived fire and wind storms. They stand as silent sentinels as you walk the paths that meander in the shade of their branches.
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air, that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
___Robert Louis Stevenson
Photo Challenge: Resilient