The Last Of The Silence

Natalie Merchant: The Man in the Wilderness

Something will have gone out of us as a people if we ever let the remaining wilderness be destroyed; if we permit the last virgin forests to be turned into comic books and plastic cigarette cases; if we drive the few remaining members of the wild species into zoos or extinction; if we pollute the last clean air and dirty the last clean streams and push our paved roads through the last of the silence, so that never again will Americans be free from noise, the exhausts, the stinks of human and automotive waste. And so that never again can we have the chance to see ourselves single, separate, vertical and individual in the world, part of the environment of trees and rocks and soil, brother to the other animals, part of the natural world and competent to belong in it.
We simply need that wild country available to us, even if we never do more than drive to its edge and look in. For it can be a means of reassuring ourselves of our sanity as creatures, a part of the geography of hope.
--Wallace Stegner

2/20/16


LOWER CHEYAVA FALLS
PILGRIMS APPROACHING HANCE RAPID
CLEAR CREEK CANYON
ELVIS SIGHTING OUTSIDE BRIGHT ANGEL CANYON