My quest was to find elusive older-growth forests. I was to photograph their grand trees, bound by mosses, lichens, ferns, and giant erratic granite boulders from the last ice age. Travelling on logging roads where potholes were deep enough to make one’s car axles disappear, I found vehicles broken down that weren’t so lucky and met double-trailer logging trucks going at speed, not waiting for me to move aside. I had help from knowledgeable foresters and friendly camp caretakers. I remembered tales told by an older trapper. My family decided against a stay in the woods, finding it too remote and uncertain. But I felt lucky to have found wonderful camps at the end of a long dirt road. I had to hike for miles sometimes. But finally I had found wilderness and peace and spiritual connection…