“Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” ― Dylan Thomas Sunday, November 1, 2015: 8 AM: Five of us meet in Gardiner—Jane, Doug, Diane, Dave and me. We load gear and ourselves into two vehicles and head into the Northern Range of Yellowstone National Park. Today …
A New Noah’s Ark
The cloud forests of Maui do not represent the Hawaii of most people’s imagination. At more than five thousand feet above the island’s white sands beaches and hardened black lava flows the rain-soaked cloud forest is always a bit cool, cold even. The daily rains run like a river off of my wide-brimmed hat finding …
Wild Gratitude
Gratitude is a wild act. To give thanks is to validate, to participate, to close the circle: to project energy, love and light toward someone or something outside of oneself, perpetuating a gift-economy far more lucrative than profit-driven capitalism. Gratitude presupposes a belief in inter-being: the idea that humans exist not only as individuals, but as vertices …
Wilderness in the Anthropocene
There are some who can live without wildness…. and some who cannot. Aldo Leopold I am one who cannot. Canyonlands, autumn 2015: Early morning. I wake early and heat water and quietly step outside, trying not to wake Fred. I grab my chair and place it for the view. …
The Wild Within
Ten days ago winter took its first deep breath and exhaled across Yellowstone National Park. It rolled over Electric Peak and Sepulcher Mountain to the northwest, then over the wide open face of Mount Everts to the east and Bunsen Peak to the south. Soon the entire park was shrouded in snow and cloud. When …
Writing the Wild 