In the summer of 1992, my eleven-year-old granddaughter and I shared many nature adventures. Sitting on our cottage dock on Meadow Pond, I'd watch her shove off on a daily adventure in her little ship, a little, pink-trimmed rowboat. Wearing her pink duck-billed hat and lifejacket, she'd board with a lunch basket in hand. Floating in her little ship on the lily pads at lunchtime, sharing her sandwich with the fish, and watch the frogs. When invited,...