Uncle Stephen, or "Steve" as Turner named him, came to visit us this week. "That's in my ear," a reference to our Father's reaction to noise while we were growing up, was a frequent thought for Stephen, I'm sure. Matt and I have grown used to Turner's almost continuous verbal account of his 3 year old world, however Stephen was immersed and was happy to have earplugs from the plane trip. Admist the noise, we still found time for cotemplation today.
We headed out to Walden Pond with Catherine, Chris, Gus, Charlie & Mary to see the site of Thoreau's experience in the woods.
http://www.mass.gov/dcr/parks/northeast/wldn.htm
The sign reads:
"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."
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