“We have so much to look forward to when we die,” said Bill O’Donnell, interpretive ranger for the Ozark National Scenic Riverways.
The ranger’s right. I can’t wait to join Mother Nature’s flesh as soil — to decompose in stench and sweat and melt into the ground. Reminds me of high school gym class.
But for the moment, life is fine, especially having ended today with the blue springs of Blue Spring.
Beyond learning the value of a nonscientific name like Blue Spring, we student journalists learned not to trust everything a source tells us. I’ll never be able to use this dialogue in a news story, so here it is:
Student journalist in Pioneer Forest: “What’s virgin pine? I have an idea, but I don’t know.”
Forester: “These are trees that never had sex before.”
Enter Adult, who reassures student of a lesson for this trip and life: Test what you’re told.
— By Sarah Alban, Edited by Tony Schick