Kevin Proft's blog
By KEVIN PROFT/ 3.20.2013 - Many believe when Rachel Carson published Silent Spring in the 1960s to publicize the devastating effects of chemical insecticides and herbicides on Earth’s ecosystems, environmentalism as we’ve come to know it was born. Like Carson, I often find myself simultaneously in awe of Mother Nature’s creations, and greatly anxious about their future in a world increasingly impacted by humankind's decisions. Our March outing, first to see the erosion happening at Matunuck Beach and then to nearby American Woodcock mating habitat got me thinking, once again, about the often quirky and always interesting ways of nature, and the sensitivity of the balance in which it hangs.
By KEVIN PROFT/ 2.20.2013 - There is something bewildering about the ease with which I can leave behind my warm bed at 5 a.m. on occasions when I know I will soon be enveloped in the grandeur of nature. Last Saturday was just such a day. To be fair, it’s not as if I leapt from the covers at my alarm’s first cry, but considering I normally drag myself from bed at 7:30 a.m. and greet the world with a series of grunts, one snooze and a 5 a.m. rise was certainly an accomplishment.
My fellow Outings Committee members and I had been planning our annual winter excursion to the White Mountains since October. We’d reserved nine unheated bunks at Carter Notch Hut for the Presidents’ Day weekend. Five of us would head up the mountain on Saturday to freeze for two nights; the others would arrive Sunday and experience only one night of extreme discomfort.