THE ADVENTURES OF RANGER RICK
There was a gentle wind blowing off the lake. From where hestood in the ranger's station, Rick Breyer could see thetips of a thousand Douglas firs bending with the breeze.The treetops rolled like a dark green ocean. Rick pouredhimself a cup of coffee and picked up his binoculars.Taking a sip, he put the high-powered lenses to his eyesand scanned the woods. Midmorning is a good time of the dayfor a forest ranger, there's nothing much to do, the coffeeis fresh and the world looks perfect. His...