On a fair morning the mountain invited you to get down and roll in its new grass and flowers (your less inhibited horse did just this if you failed to keep a tight rein). Every living thing sang, chirped, and burgeoned. Massive pines and firs, storm-tossed these many months, soaked up the sun in towering dignity. Tassel-eared squirrels, poker-faced but exuding emotion with voice and tail, told you insistently what your already knew full well: that never had there been so rare a day, or so rich a solitude to spend it in.

Arizona and New Mexico: On Top, p. 125. - A Sand County Almanac, 1949 - "Arizona and New Mexico: On Top," & "Arizona and New Mexico: Thinking Like a Mountain"