Is that all? <<I spent the summers of 1980 and 1981 working as a wilderness ranger in the Cibola and Santa Fe National Forests.>>
I spent five summers in the Selway-Bitterroot before they called it the Selway-Bitterroot, and before the Wilderness Act created the wilderness designation. I trapped marten along the Montana/Idaho Border from 1956-1961. I spent the summer of 1962 on Diablo Mountain in the Selway-Bitterroot. I spent the summer of 1963 at Elk Summit, in the Selway-Bitterroot Wilderness. (The same Elk Summit featured in Norman Maclean's book "A River Runs Through It" in the novella called "The Ranger, The Cook, and the Hole In The Sky.") I backpacked in the High Uintas of Utah, in the Bridgers of Wyoming, the Mt. Hood Wilderness, the Mt. Jefferson Wilderness, the Three Sisters Wilderness, others in Oregon, and probably some I can't remember. I hunted and killed elk in Montana, Idaho, and Oregon, half of which were in Wilderness. I fought fire in Montana, Idaho, and Oregon.
I manage the vegetation inventory for 24,000,000 acres, one fourth of which is wilderness. I've seen a lot of it.
I can see mountain goats from my front porch. Can you?
I'm glad you get a good feeling while you are burning up hydrocarbons over the arctic. It probably helps ease the guilt to know there is so much of it.
You must be a very busy person. How do you work all that in between your ubiquitous posts?
Lest you misunderstand me, I don't want to drill for oil in the ANWR either, nor anywhere else for that matter. It's a messy business. My Dad was a roughneck, so I know. But first humans have to stop using wood, coal, oil, nuclear power, and other resources, or else get off the planet. After you, my friend. |
