Guys have gone before us, have been in the wilderness due to their calling, mountain creeks running through their veins mixed with their blood that drove them into the unknown. I want to learn about them, learn from them, with hopes I will be able to teach others along my way, along my “wilderman’s journey”.
Mr. Marshall came around in 1901. WOW! ‘Turn of the century. Not the one we are in now; but the century before this one. A redemptive haunting came to Bob Marshall from Alaska. It would make sense that his book came about from his years of immersion there, an unprecedented wild place. As you can see, he kept everything he needed in a small backpack. I hope that you know I am kidding. And here is a FYI: I have a volume entitled Points Unknown: A Century of Great Exploration , a collection of stories published by OUTSIDE BOOKS, includes some of Marshall’s book, Alaska Wilderness: Exploring the Central Brooks Range.
Here a small excerpt from his book, found in the collection of stories I referred to above:
“At three in the morning I awoke from the noise of rushing water. It was raining hard when I looked outside and, much to my surprise, I discovered that the water in the quiet slough next to camp had risen almost to the fire, and had become a strong churning current. I moved the cooking pots back to what I though was a safe place, commented casually to Al on the phenomenal rise of the water, and hurried back to bed. Moved by my report, Al took one sleepy look out of the tent and immediately was all consternation. ‘Hurry up!’ he shouted, ‘we’ve got to get out of here quick. The main river’s cutting back of our island and if we’re not damn fast we’ll be cut off from everything.”
And that is more than I meant to bring to this blog-table. Hope you enjoyed this encounter with Mr. Robert (Bob) Marshall, an individual I would respectfully consider a wilderman.