Our Outdoors: A Hope Down Memory Lane

As I waded through the recently cut wheat fields and grassy stretches around them on the way to check my trail camera this weekend, I watched the grasshoppers flee before my boots in waves like those made by the wakeboarders back at the cabin. As they did, I recalled just how fun those summers of more than two decades ago, along that same lakeshore were, thanks to some of my first - and certainly...