Tomorrow, I will be in Mudumalai, hiking in a friend’s undeveloped estate on the border of the Mudumalai Wildlife Sanctuary.
This is the forest where twice in 2003 we came face-to-face with tigers. The second of those experiences was my daughter’s first of a tiger in the wild. This is also the forest that we saw burning, with Ursula and Jan (Switzerland) in the drought of late February this year. We regularly have visitors come from all over the world to see the forests and to meet and study our forest’s unique tribal peoples.
The real truth, though is that it isn’t really the wildlife (plenty), nor the scenery (wonderful), nor even the camaraderie of a good hike, but just the undescribable total experience of being in the forest. Along with that comes a haunting sense that the next generation may not have any of this – for what little we have left is most certainly disappearing.
MAKE TIME FOR THE FOREST!