Photograph created in Montana. Everytime I am in Montana, I think of Doug Peacock and his words:
“The whole concept of 'wild' was decidedly European, one not shared by the original inhabitants of this continent. What we called 'wilderness' was to the Indian a homeland, 'abiding loveliness' in Salish or Piegan. The land was not something to be feared or conquered, and 'wildlife' were neither wild nor alien; they were relatives.” (Doug Peacock, Grizzly Years: In Search of the American Wilderness)
I had the chance to meet Doug Peacock a few times as part of my participation in a conservation project in Arizona. Most notably, I watched him rumble into a bowling alley in Clifton, AZ late on the night of my arrival to join the project. Rick Bass was not far behind him. We were there to meet a small group and head into the backcountry together. I had the pleasure to sit and listen for the next hour or so as two of my writing and naturalist heroes drank and debated anything and everything, and then for hours more as we drove into the darkness of the Blue Range Primitive Area.
Doug is passionate, confusing, eloquent, intelligent, angry, curious, hilarious, and above all a huge inspiration. Read more about his incredible story and read some of his books.( Doug Peacock Bio)