Yesterday, Theresa and I decided to visit Papscanee Island Nature Preserve, located just six miles from our home—as the crow flies. Of course, crossing the Hudson River by car is a very different journey than flying in a straight line. About thirty minutes later, we arrived.

From the moment we stepped onto the loop trail, I was reminded why exploring local nature preserves has become such an important part of my Stewardship Lifestyle. The fresh spring air, the songs of birds hidden among the trees, the movement of the river, and the quiet sounds of the forest all have a way of helping me slow down, pay attention, and see things I might otherwise miss.

One of my favorite moments was spending time along the banks of the mighty Hudson—watching the water, studying the shoreline, and thinking about all the stories this river has carried over thousands of years.

But this visit was about more than just another enjoyable hike.

There was also a deeply personal reason why Papscanee was high on my list of places to visit—one connected to my own family history and a story that reaches back generations.

I’ll be sharing that story soon in a future article in The Nature of Things.

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