“What a country chooses to save is what a country chooses to say about itself” Mollie Beattie, Director Fish and Wildlife Service 1993-1996
The words of Aldo Leopold come to mind more often these days, particularly his thoughts on some who cannot live without wild things. That someone is me. Wildness and wild things are the spiral that I have climbed from my earliest years. My Michigan childhood was spent wandering fields and orchards, climbing trees, later walking in awe in the old growth white pine cathedral called Hartwick. Then I discovered the mountains of the West and vowed to someday live in that wild sanctuary.
It took time, but I landed in Gardiner, Montana. Less than a thousand of us are fortunate to call Gardiner home. Here, when it snows, people cheer. When it snows, people shopping in the Gardiner Market have a special spring to their step and a glint in their eye. Where the person at the check-out knows your name (and you know his) and asks you how the skiing was today.
Gardiner is a town where we can mention that we want to ski and 17 people show up to break trail to a forest service campground where we build a fire and grin as we pass around home-made brownies and cookies. These friends love to ski and to share good times. But, they also gather around anyone who is floundering, as some did in the deep soft snow last Sunday.
Clouds hung low, covering the mountain peaks as we hopped out of the cars and into our skis. The air warmed and the clouds thinned as we slid slowly across the landscape, rusty willows in the low valley to our right, tall spruce and lodgepole in the hills to our left. The wind abated and we stripped layers as we warmed. Snow and wind had obliterated the tracks we had put in a few weeks earlier. The front skiers broke trail, sometimes sinking in beyond their knees, sometimes cruising across the surface. The rear guard had plenty of time to enjoy the scenery and look for tracks. As the day wore on, fresh squirrel and weasel (ermine) tracks became more plentiful.
We made our way to site 5 in the campground where we found our stash of wood and a surprised weasel bouncing away into the trees. Jane built a fire. Diane threw a toy for her black lab, Stitch. JoJo fried hotdogs in the frying pan she had carried in her pack. The rest of us passed out brownies and cookies and laughed as we sunk to our hips in snow around the picnic table.
This is the essence of Gardiner: People who love public lands for whatever reason: hunting, fishing, hiking, camping, skiing. These activities feed our collective soul. We gather most often in the outdoors on our national forest or park lands, where we find space to move, distant views, and adventures around every turn.
And, this is the essence of ‘We the People’, of our nation. We need public lands. We need them not just for recreation, nor even for spiritual renewal. We need them for the grizzly bear; we need public lands for the wolf, for the elk, for the weasel. We need public lands for the lodgepole and for the lupine. More than money, public lands are the bottom line of our very existence. We are as much nature as the ermine that bounds across the snow, black-tipped tail a flag waved high.
My life is entwined with public lands: National Parks, National Forests, BLM land… early infatuation has evolved into a life-long love affair. As relationships cannot be taken for granted, neither can we assume, in this political climate, that our lands will always be here. I find myself slowly, tentatively, moving into action as I watch Congressional bills, remember their numbers and make calls to my Representatives and Senators. It is not much, but it’s a beginning.
“For far too long we have been seduced into walking a path that did not lead us to ourselves. For far too long we have said yes when we wanted to say no. And for far too long we have said no when we desperately wanted to say yes. . . . When we don’t listen to our intuition, we abandon our souls. And we abandon our souls because we are afraid if we don’t, others will abandon us.” Terry Tempest Williams
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This is why I sometimes wish I could live in Gardiner or a place like it. I have been living in an urban environment most of my life but it is not where my soul is. Thanks Julianne, Hilary and Lisa for your stories, they always lift me up.
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And thank YOU, Claudia, for reading and commenting. There is much to be said about an urban environment: I’ve heard it said that those who love nature most, would best serve wildlands by staying in the cities and leaving those wildlands free of houses… So, you are doing something good in where you live… 🙂
Thanks, as always, Julianne, for the reminder of what’s important, what’s worth fighting for.
Yet for some reason, I’m reminded of my haircut last Friday. A sweet Latina named “Marilu” cut my hair for the second time (I found her about 6 weeks ago) and, also for the second time, we chatted and laughed and talked about things going on in D.C. She and I are so different. To paraphrase her, no matter what happens, she still needs to cut hair, to earn a living. I think it’s fair to say she’s never been in a scene like any of the photos accompanying your writing. I think it’s safe to say she might not want to be, as she mentions it being cold here, when it’s windy and in the 60s. I mentioned I was in a play and in it, have a Cockney accent…she didn’t know what that was. I can’t help but wonder what few public lands she’s ever enjoyed. I can’t help but wonder why protection of these public lands could be seen as important to her. As so many people are, she is focused on survival, her form of it. Earn a living, enjoy her husband’s company, move forward a bit here and there, putting faith in her God that things will be all right. I like her; I hug her each time before I leave the shop; I know she will not be making phone calls, not be writing letters. And I must take a deep breath and realize she is far from alone. And that makes me feel out of touch and sad. And I know I am not alone in my world view, but I feel alone.
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Drawing a comparasion between a working class person life style with someone who is not brings your comment close to one full of stereotypes and assumptions about working class Latinos. Have you asked if she has ever been in nature? My wife, a Latina, is a scientist and a professor. A nature lover who has travelled the world doing research. She is not like you hair dresser but your comment make it sound as if all Latinos are the same. Think about what you said.
Jaun, you read too much into this message of love and respect for a person much different than the writer herself. It was a reflection on people who have never shared our love of the out of doors, of mountains, and how blessed we are to have had these experiences to fill our world view. I did not see any indication that she was belittling or even characterizing a class of people, but merely stating that their are diverse ideas and backgrounds and some of us will be activists and others are content to just be able to live here. I found nothing derogatory in Neysa’s comments.
This was beautiful and poignant Julianne. I love the Terry Tempest Williams quote at the end. How do you make sane people understand the the need for public lands and wildness in our lives when they never seem to escape their concrete jungles, much less people whose sanity is in question? I too have been involved in making calls, signing petitions, marching, and going to town council meetings. I don’t know if it is enough but I do know I have to set aside some time for myself and maintaining a balance in my life, something I seem to still be having some difficulty doing. We will be coming to Yellowstone this summer and I am looking forward to seeing you again. Big hugs to you.