Crossroads [antikvár]

Introduction LIKE MANY AMERICANS who at one time or another have experienced the immensity and wonder of nature, I did not have to discover the environmental crisis or be persuaded that it was real. It became self-evident, as the places of my boyhood were transformed into something less wonderful, less peaceful, less clean. As a boy I had the good fortune of living for a while in Provincetown, Massachusetts, on the edge of the large sand dunes that face the Atiantic Ocean. This was the first landfall of the Pilgrims who explored the area in mid-November 1620, before settling the Plymouth Colony across Cape Cod Bay Without knowing it, I spent a great deal of time retracing their steps, wandering over the crests and swales of what seemed an endless expanse. Except for a small but incredibly dense beech forest situated like an oasis about midway between the harbor and the ocean, the land was