Keeping an Eye on Yellowstone

Mid-January. Nearly dark. Already 20 below zero. He is alone in the heart of Yellowstone National Park. All he has for shelter is a small blue tarp. The snow is…

Breaking the Crust

I find the pull of open spaces strong enough to lead me away from warmth. In the fall of 1985, about six months after I had skied across Yellowstone Park…

Backcountry Mystic

The images float before the viewer’s eyes, strange and otherworldly — like photos of the Crab Nebula from Hubble, or mixings from a hippie light show. They might be satellite…