A picture of a man camping on a dock in Boston harbor caught my eye yesterday. Here is the story of the Mainer who wants to live out on the Harbor this winter.
Though I don’t expect our grand children will be reading his literature, I cant help but find some parallels between Mr. Smith and the people of Boston, and the odd Mr. Thoreau and the people of Concord. Both went out and lived alone in places few would find habitable, past the edge of town. Both are drawn to the natural world and appear willing to sacrifice comfort to gain better access to it.