Ahead and to the west was our ranger station - and the mountains of Idaho, poems of geology stretching beyond any boundaries and seemingly even beyond the world.

Ahead and to the west was our ranger station - and the mountains of Idaho, poems of geology stretching beyond any boundaries and seemingly even beyond the world.

The world is full of bastards, the number increasing rapidly the further one gets from Missoula, Montana.

Unless we are willing to escape into sentimentality or fantasy, often the best we can do with catastrophes, even our own, is to find out exactly what happened and restore some of the missing parts.

I knew that, when needed, mountains would move for me.

At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear.

A mystery of the universe is how it has managed to survive with so much volunteer help.