"... to stand on the edge of the slough in the early morning, before the fog lifts much, listening to the much quieter sounds of calling and paddling birds, the splash of a fish or bird diving for breakfast, enveloped by the mist that shrouds and disguises the signs of humanity that surround the slough, is to be transported to another time. That kind of peace, that kind of subtle quiet, is too seldom with us."

K. L. Ingalls