Why the Woods?

Vintage postcards reveal America’s enduring love affair with wild spaces. Through war, depression, and social upheaval, we’ve preserved these sanctuaries of peace.

On an autumn morning in 1935, Eleanor Roosevelt walked alone through the woods at her personal retreat in Hyde Park, New York. The First Lady had just returned from touring poverty-stricken areas in West Virginia, where families struggled to survive the Great Depression.

These morning walks were her ritual for processing the weight of what she witnessed in her tireless work. The woods, she would later write, helped her find the clarity needed to transform empathy into action.

Decades earlier, John Muir had written to a friend. His words would become a rallying cry for the American conservation movement, adorning everything from park posters to backpack patches.

The mountains are calling and I must go.

But what exactly is this call we hear from nature? Why do we feel drawn to preserve wild spaces and to protect them for future generations? And what happens to us when we answer that call?

The ephemera spread across my desk capture America’s parks in saturated colors and earnest prose. Welcome to Yosemite and Camp Curry! The hope is that some special part of life is revealed.

These mass-produced mementos tell a story of democratic access to wilderness, of a shared heritage preserved through an unprecedented system of public lands. But they also hint at something deeper – our innate recognition that we need these spaces not just for recreation, but for restoration.

The same wisdom that guided Eleanor Roosevelt to seek solitude among the trees has been confirmed by modern science: nature calms us at a biological level.

Science of Serenity

When we step into a forest, our bodies respond immediately. Cortisol levels drop. Blood pressure decreases. Our parasympathetic nervous system – responsible for rest and recovery – becomes more active.

Even our visual processing changes: natural fractal patterns, like those found in tree branches and leaf veins, require less cognitive effort to process than the sharp angles and straight lines of human-made environments.

Trees release compounds called phytoncides that, when inhaled, enhance immune function and reduce stress hormones. Natural sounds – running water, rustling leaves, bird songs – engage our attention in a way that promotes neural restoration rather than fatigue.

Physiologically, exposure to diverse natural environments even affects our microbiome – the community of microorganisms living in and on our bodies. This microscopic ecosystem influences everything from mood regulation to stress response through the gut-brain axis. In a very literal sense, communion with nature changes who we are.

Preserving Peace

The story of how Americans came to preserve our wild spaces is, in many ways, a story about seeking peace – both personal and collective. The movement gained momentum after the Civil War, as a wounded nation looked westward not just for expansion, but for healing.

Frederick Law Olmsted, who fought depression throughout his life, designed public parks as democratic spaces where people of all classes could find restoration. His work on New York’s Central Park and other urban green spaces was guided by his belief that nature’s tranquility could help ease social tensions and promote civic harmony.

John Muir found his own peace in the Sierra Nevada after wandering the war-torn South as a young man. His passionate advocacy helped establish Yosemite National Park and inspired generations of conservationists.

But it was President Theodore Roosevelt, another seeker of nature’s consolation, who would transform individual inspiration into national policy. Roosevelt’s experience finding solace in the Dakota Territory after the deaths of his wife and mother shaped his approach to conservation. He understood viscerally that wilderness could heal, that it offered something essential to the human spirit.

During his presidency, he protected approximately 230 million acres of public land, establishing 150 national forests, 51 federal bird reservations, four national game preserves, five national parks, and 18 national monuments.

Women in the Woods

While Roosevelt’s dramatic expansion of public lands is well known, the role of women in American conservation deserves greater recognition.

Susan Fenimore Cooper, a student of her famous father, published Rural Hours in 1850 – a detailed natural history that influenced both Thoreau and the early conservation movement. Her careful observations helped Americans see local landscapes as worthy of preservation.

Marjory Stoneman Douglas fought to protect the Florida Everglades when most saw it as a worthless swamp. Her 1947 book The Everglades: River of Grass transformed public understanding of wetland ecosystems. She found that regular communion with nature sustained her through decades of advocacy work.

These leaders shared a practical approach to conservation, focusing on specific, achievable goals while maintaining remarkable equanimity in the face of opposition. Their work suggests that protecting nature and being protected by it can form a reciprocal relationship – the more we preserve wild spaces, the more they preserve something essential in us.

Dark Places

The path to peace often leads through our own shadows. While Americans preserve scenes of spectacular beauty, the relationship between nature and human resilience has been proven most powerfully in places of confinement and struggle. These dark places – prisons, exile, places of oppression – have paradoxically served as crucibles for some of humanity’s deepest insights about peace and connection to nature.

Nelson Mandela’s garden on Robben Island stands as a profound example. In the harsh environment of a maximum security prison, Mandela and his fellow prisoners created a garden in the courtyard where they crushed limestone. In his autobiography, he wrote: “A garden was one of the few things in prison that one could control. To plant a seed, watch it grow, to tend it and then harvest it, offered a simple but enduring satisfaction. The sense of being the custodian of this small patch of earth offered a small taste of freedom.”

This echoes the experience of Albie Sachs, who after surviving an assassination attempt that took his arm and the sight in one eye, found healing partly through his connection to the natural world. During his recovery, watching the ocean’s rhythms helped him develop the concept of his later book – Soft Vengeance – achieving justice through law rather than violence.

Martin Luther King Jr. often drew on natural imagery to maintain his equilibrium and express his vision during frequent detainment. From the Birmingham Jail, he wrote of the majestic heights of justice and used metaphors of storms and seasons to describe the civil rights struggle. His deep understanding of peace was shaped not just by moments of tranquility in nature, but by finding inner calm in places of confinement.

The Dalai Lama often speaks of how the Himalayas’ steady presence influenced Tibetan approaches to maintaining calm, even through decades of exile.

These experiences remind us that while we focus on America’s preserved wilderness spaces, the human need for connection to nature is universal. Peace is an American pursuit and a global birthright. When we protect natural spaces, we’re participating in something that transcends national boundaries – the preservation of humanity’s common sanctuary.

Paths to Peace

The leaders who shaped American conservation found different routes to and through nature. John Muir sought transcendent experiences, climbing trees in storms and walking thousands of miles in solitude. Gifford Pinchot, first chief of the U.S. Forest Service, took a more systematic approach, seeking balance between preservation and sustainable use. Rachel Carson combined meticulous scientific observation with poetic sensitivity to nature’s rhythms.

Their examples suggest there is no right way to find peace in nature. Some need solitude and silence. Others seek the raw tests of strengths and capacity, and find restoration in active engagement with the natural world. Some seek dramatic landscapes to ponder in awe, others find sufficient wonder in a city park or backyard garden.

Wild Wisdom

Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote in his essay on Nature, “…in the woods, we return to reason and faith.” His words point to something profound about nature’s effect on human consciousness – how it seems to restore us not just to calm, but to our truest selves.

Modern research into nature’s calming effects – the lowered cortisol, the enhanced immune function, the restored attention – helps explain the mechanisms behind what people have long intuited. For those who find great equanimity through connection with nature, there also seems to be an innate genius in each of us that emerges more fully in wild spaces.

We might experience this as artistic, spiritual, or intellectual – and perhaps even more fundamental – a capacity for presence, for wonder, for sensing our connection to something larger than ourselves. It’s what Eleanor Roosevelt accessed on her morning walks, what John Muir celebrated in his rhapsodic nature writing, what Jane Goodall tapped into during her patient observations of primates in Gombe.

The preservation of wild spaces represents more than conservation of natural resources or recreational opportunities. It preserves access to this deeper part of ourselves – the part that knows how to find peace, that remembers how to wonder, that recognizes our belonging in the larger community of life.

These vintage postcards capture more than just scenic views. They record moments when people felt called to share their experience of wonder, to say to friends and family that the experience mattered. The fact that we’ve preserved and share these places, despite constant pressure to exploit them, suggests we recognize they offer something essential to human flourishing.

Why the woods? Because something in us comes alive there. Because in preserving wild spaces, we preserve the possibility of encountering our own wild wisdom, and these revelations are too precious not to protect for future generations.

Each time we step into nature – whether it’s a national park or a neighborhood green space – we participate in this legacy of preservation. We join a long line of people who recognized that human flourishing depends on maintaining connection to places where we might find peace and that help us face whatever challenges await when we return.

Summers in St. Ignace

As the morning mist rises from the placid waters of Lake Huron, a solitary canoe rests on the sandy shore, framed by the silhouettes of towering pines. This scene, captured in a black and white photograph, speaks volumes about the timeless allure of summers spent in St. Ignace, Michigan.

These images, printed and shared as jumbo postcards, ignite a rainbow of memories in those who have experienced the magic of St. Ignace, or any summer escape. They help us remember those promising days filled with exploration, laughter, and the simple joys of nature.

Heartbeat of Summer

For many, summer is more than just a season—it’s a vital part of life’s rhythm. It’s a time when schedules loosen, adventures beckon, and memories are etched into our hearts. This is certainly true in St. Ignace, where the warm months transform the landscape and the community.

Founded in 1671 by French explorer and priest Father Jacques Marquette, St. Ignace is one of the oldest continuous settlements in Michigan. This small city, perched on the northern tip of Michigan’s Lower Peninsula, serves as a gateway to the rugged beauty of the Upper Peninsula. Connected by the mighty Mackinac Bridge, St. Ignace straddles two worlds—the familiar and the wild.

The importance of summer here cannot be overstated. As the last traces of winter melt away, the city comes alive. Tourism, a major industry in the area, kicks into high gear. Shops that stood quiet through the cold months throw open their doors, welcoming visitors in. Boats that were shrouded in protective covers all winter are lovingly prepared for a season on the water.

For families, summer in St. Ignace is a chance to break free from the constraints of everyday life. It’s an opportunity to trade screen time for green time, to swap the hum of air conditioning for the whisper of wind through trees. Here, summer isn’t just enjoyed—it’s celebrated.

Nature’s Vivid Canvas

While our vintage photographs may be in black and white, the reality of St. Ignace and Lake Huron in summer is anything but monochrome. Nature paints with a vibrant palette here, creating scenes that etch themselves into memory.

Picture yourself standing on the shore of Lake Huron as the sun dips below the horizon. The sky ignites in a spectacular array of oranges, pinks, and purples, their colors reflected in the lake’s surface. This daily show serves as nature’s reminder to pause and appreciate the beauty around us.

Lake Huron itself is a marvel of color and life. As the third-largest freshwater lake by surface area in the world, it covers an impressive 23,000 square miles. Its waters are remarkably clear, with visibility often exceeding 80 feet. This clarity reveals a underwater world teeming with life—over 80 species of fish call Lake Huron home, including the silvery flash of salmon and the speckled beauty of lake trout.

On land, the forests surrounding St. Ignace offer their own colorful display. In late spring and early summer, wildflowers dot the forest floor with splashes of yellow, purple, and white. As summer progresses, the deep greens of pine and spruce are complemented by the lighter shades of deciduous trees.

Even on overcast days, when the world seems cloaked in shades of gray, nature finds ways to surprise us with bursts of color. The vibrant red of a cardinal flitting between trees, the rich brown of a deer’s coat as it bounds through a clearing, or the pure white of a birch tree’s bark standing stark against darker pines—all serve as reminders of the vivid world around us.

Black and White Memories

There’s something poignant about viewing these summer scenes through the lens of black and white photography. These images, likely captured in the mid-20th century, serve as windows to a bygone era. They prompt us to reflect on summers past and the enduring appeal of this special place.

One such image shows a large boulder—known locally as “Lone Rock”—standing resolute in the shallows of Lake Huron. This natural landmark has been a favorite spot for generations of swimmers and a useful navigation point for boaters. In the photo, we can almost hear the laughter of children clambering over its sun-warmed surface or imagine a family picnicking in its shadow.

These black and white images make us yearn for those simpler times. They remind us of the importance of unplugging, of immersing ourselves in nature, and of creating memories that will sustain us through the colder, darker months. They challenge us to see beyond the surface, to find beauty in contrast and form, much as we must often do in life.

Rich History and Natural Wonders

St. Ignace and the surrounding area are steeped in history and natural marvels. The region has been home to Indigenous peoples, particularly the Ojibwe, for thousands of years. Their respect for and connection to the land and water continue to influence the area’s culture.

Lake Huron itself is a geological wonder. Formed over 10,000 years ago by glacial action, it is part of the largest group of freshwater lakes on Earth. The lake’s basin holds enough water to cover the entire state of Michigan in 14 feet of water.

One of Lake Huron’s most impressive features is Manitoulin Island—the largest freshwater island in the world. While it’s part of Ontario, Canada, its presence shapes the lake’s ecology and offers a tantalizing destination for those willing to venture further afield.

Closer to St. Ignace, the Straits of Mackinac offer their own allure. This narrow waterway connecting Lake Huron and Lake Michigan has been a crucial passage for centuries, first for Indigenous peoples in canoes, then for European fur traders, and now for massive freighters carrying goods across the Great Lakes.

Summer Traditions and Activities

Summer in St. Ignace is a time of tradition and adventure. Many families have been there for generations, staying in the same lakeside cabins or cottages year after year. These annual pilgrimages to the shores of Lake Huron are more than vacations—they’re a way of marking time, of connecting with loved ones, and of passing down a love for this special place to the next generation.

Boating is a way of life. From sleek sailboats to sturdy fishing vessels, the waters of Lake Huron are dotted with crafts of all sizes. Fishing is a popular pastime, with anglers trying their luck at catching walleye, perch, or the prized lake trout. For those new to fishing, local guides are always happy to share their knowledge and secret spots.

Beach activities are a daily staple of summer life. Families spread blankets on the sandy shores, building sandcastles, searching for pretty pebbles, or simply basking in the sun. The brave-hearted might venture into the chilly waters of Lake Huron for a swim—the lake’s average temperature in summer hovers around a brisk 65°F (18°C).

Hiking and camping in the nearby forests offer a chance to immerse oneself in nature. The North Country Trail, which passes through St. Ignace, provides hiking opportunities for all skill levels. More adventurous families might opt for a camping trip in Hiawatha National Forest, where the starry nights are as memorable as the sun-dappled days.

No summer in St. Ignace is complete without a trip to Mackinac Island. A short ferry ride away, this car-free island seems frozen in time. Horses and bicycles are the main forms of transportation, and the island’s famous fudge shops are a must-visit for anyone with a sweet tooth.

Bittersweet End of Summer

As August wanes and September approaches, a poignant mood settles over St. Ignace. Locals and longtime visitors recognize the signs—summer is drawing to a close. The sun sets a little earlier each evening, and a crispness creeps into the air. The lone winter scene in this postcard set predicts the coming cold.

But for now, the end of summer brings a flurry of activity to squeeze in one last adventure, one more swim, one final sunset. The Annual Labor Day Bridge Walk, where thousands of people walk the five-mile length of the Mackinac Bridge, serves as an unofficial farewell to summer.

Yet even as we bid goodbye to long, warm days and starry nights, there’s a sense of anticipation. For we know that Lake Huron and St. Ignace will be waiting for us next year, ready to once again provide the backdrop for cherished family memories.

In the end, it’s not just the natural beauty or the activities that make summers in St. Ignace so special. It’s the way this place allows us to connect—with nature, with each other, and with ourselves. As we look at these old black and white photographs, we’re reminded that while times may change, the essence of summer in St. Ignace remains the same. It’s a place where adventures are had, where memories are made, and where the spirit of summer lives on, vibrant and colorful in our hearts, and in black and white postcards.