"My brother and I used to swim in this lake when we was kids. It was what we did when we wanted to get outta chores. But I think as we got older, this place inevitably became a spring of our deepest dreams. We'd dream we could fly from the top of Moran down to Jenny Lake where the fisherman would look like mere ants relative to the neighboring tall pines. We'd dream about where we could go and all of the things we could see and do in this great big world.

I guess it didn't have the same effect on my friends when I brought em' here though. One day this wily boy, who lived down the road from us, came fishin' with us and we asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up if he could be anything. He looked over at us all twinkle-eyed and said, well my pa is a cobbler.