Last stand: saving the world’s forests

One of my vivid boyhood memories is of scrambling amongst granite outcrops of the Canadian Shield in the shimmering heatĀ of a July afternoon.

I emerged from the forest into mottled sunshine and stretched out on flat, lichen-covered rocks, high above the black waters of a quiet lake. Stately white pines touched the sky. Underfoot was a cushion of sharply perfumed pine needles. The air was calm.

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