A man's choices, living out of his true story, impact others. A wildness within, a redemptive wildness, goes with us, contributes to the larger hopes, the bigger picture. A sacred wildness, flowing like Rolling Creek, a real place. Real, like you, me, us, the community we embrace.
I don’t take the time for such a glimpse, but I found one today. Today’s glimpse? Alaska. Well worth the time. If you want to catch the piece that captured my wildness the most, skip forward to 5:33 … and go to 7:58. By all means, the entire 10:40 video is good. But part of my vision for this blog is to respect people’s time, as much as possible.
Safety Tip: the music used in the background triggers something in … in the realm of melancholy. It’s not that bad anymore. I just wanted to give you little heads-up in case you’ve experienced a similar reaction. The guy’s name is Cory Williams, and he has a channel on YouTube called:
One more thing about Cory Williams. He moved to Alaska in 2014 (July?) to live in Eagle River, Alaska … quite recently. Approximately a month later, he bought a house. About four months later, he became engage.
Cory Williams records video of himself as he does a flip in the snow at Kincaid Park on Tuesday, Oct. 21. Cory Williams, a video blogger and YouTube personality who posts as Mr. Safety and DudeLikeHELLA, recently moved to Eagle River.Marc Lester / ADN (Alaska Dispatch News)
In May of this year, Williams married a woman named Kristen Swift. Talking about some serious change, recently, in a short amount of time!! This guy is on the move. I would consider him a true Wilder Man. But, he may not agree. This video clip is really cool. Enjoy. Here’s the clip, a stellar Wilder Man’s glimpse into Alaska.
Two guys: Jon Kedrowski and Christ Tomer discovered an unprecedented desire to climb to the summits of 58 fourteeners throughout Colorado. Take that one step further: the goal was to”bivy” at the top: otherwise known as pitching a tent overnight. “Bivy” is the abbreviated term for the word “bivouac”; a French term that gained exposure from French mountain climbers. And this French word “bivouac”, according to the authors of Sleeping on the Summits: Colorado Fourteener High Bivys, refers to “a long night of suffering”.
These mountaineers would start their climbs in the afternoon, and catch the sun setting in the west, then watch the same sun come up in the east. The goal of Jon Kedrowski was to climb all 58 of the mountains that are fourteen thousand feet or higher. Tomer was not able to make all of these ascents, but he came along whenever it worked out.
Check out this 1:39 video featuring these two wilder men.
“He’s been building that boat for seven years that I know of … Every time it nearly gets finished he changes it and starts over again. I think he’s nuts. Seven years on a boat.”
Doc was sitting on the ground pulling off his rubber boots. “You don’t understand,” he said gently . “Henri loves boats but he’s afraid of the ocean.”
“What’s he want a boat for then?” Hazel demanded.
“He likes boats,” said Doc. “But suppose he finishes his boat: once it’s finished people will say, ‘Why don’t you ever put in the water?’ Then if he puts it in the water, he’ll have to go out in it, and he hates the water. So you see, he never finishes the boat – – – so he doesn’t have to launch it.”
– John Steinbeck, Cannery Row
I am a warrior, as you are. I am not the intense, fierce, pumped-up, toned, wild-man warrior that I want to be. But, I am a warrior. Some days, the dragons win. On those days, I am a warrior that went toe-to-toe with a dragon, and got his butt kicked. I am still a warrior, on those days, and I walk away a bit wiser, and a bit stronger. Fighting dragons can be quite strenuous. And that is why … warriors rest.
I could assume that I am the only wilderman and / or blogger that gets behind on his / her posts. What happens is … I start a post, don’t finish it, save it as a draft … and then about a week later, or a month later, I return to finish the draft. BUMMER. By then, the post is no longer recent. Such is the case with the story below. This post was supposed to go out (probably) a month ago.
Sky News did a story on a bear, a black bear, a black bear that had encountered a “bucket”, and this bucket became fastened to the bear’s head. The Daily Mail also covered the story, all the way from London. Note: the bucket was not a typical metal bucket: it was a rubber air bag normally used to cushion tractor trailers. From a distance, it looks like a canvas bag. There was a small opening in the end of the bucket, where the bear had been able to make into a bigger opening, and was able to feed itself.
From Sky News: http://news.sky.com/story/1329508/watch-bucket-bear-is-freed-by-brave-group:
My paraphrase, from the Sky News article, is that this bear in Pennsylvania was freed from the bucket on its head, by a group of brave volunteers. You can see a small video at the website above … If not there, then google Bear Bucket Images.
The Patriot News identified the hero-types as Dean Hornberger and girlfriend Samantha Eigenbrod who planned, and carried out, the rescue with other fearless volunteers. Samantha (Eigenbrod) handledthe video piece while the others tackled the bear down, pulled the bucket off, and used a saw to cut through the bucket. Mission completed, the bear made a run for it, undoubtedly in a much better “head-space”. At this time, there has been no contact with, or comments from, the bear. Some believe that the bear has gone into hiding. I cannot fully grasp the frustration he had to bear (pun). Since I have ran out of space, and time, I will have to delay my thoughts about the legends of “Bear-Man”. Some say that Bear Man is actually “Bigfoot”. However, Bigfoot has a smaller head, and also stays away from buckets., But, again: that is a different story.
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.
Bob Marshall was a forester, a writer. He climbed. Mr. Marshall had a robust appreciation for the Brooks Range, Alaska … and a similar appetite for the Adirondacks. There are 46 peaks in the Adirondacks realm, and Marshall climbed all of them. Actually, he was one of the first to accomplish that feat, with his feet (I thought that might be a decent joke, but I now have my doubts). Another book he wrote was Arctic Village, a 1933 bestseller, which was before my time. Two years later, Marshall became one of the principal founders of The Wilderness Society. And that is about all I have to say now, in my effort to practice some brevity.
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.
Men fear isolation and … at the same time … desire isolation.
Men fear pain.
Men fear intimacy.
Men fear loss, and defeat; men fear being shamed; men fear being bullied; men fear being backed in a corner. Image below, from the movie “Braveheart” http://www.evanrichards.com.
Men are called to deal with fear, with honor, with the right timing, the right strategy. Image right, from the movie “Argo”, http://www.geckoandfly.com. Men fear being betrayed. Men fear their anger. Men fear living … not dying. Men fear failure. Men, at the same time do not fear failure. Men fear insignificance.
“Courage is not living without fear. Courage is being scared to death and doing the right thing anyway.” (Movie, “Argo”)
Timing is a factor here. Some guys never get thrown off the horse. And some of those guys look down on the other guys who have been thrown off the horse. And therefore … yes, you know where I’m going … the guys who have been thrown off the horse are not going to admit, which means dealing with the “throw-off” on their own. I’m not saying that’s a bad idea. But I am saying that handling it on your own is not the only option.
If I were to end the post right there, after that last sentence, this would be about the reality of tension … and the reality that there are stretches of long dark highways with no gas stations, no streetlights, no houses, no convenience stores, etc., in our lives. A guy named Tozer (long “o”) who said “The saint must walk alone.” And maybe that is the best way to end it. I am talking mainly to the guys, but we all know that women get thrown off the horse. And they have to make a decision about what the process looks like. What I believe is worth mentioning is that this is a judgment call for each wilder man. Just don’t ever forget that you are a wilder man. It looks a bit different for each man. If you don’t get back on the horse right away, I think there is some wisdom there. Listen to what your heart is telling you. But if its about courage, then grab a good grip on that strap, cowboy. Hold on for the ride of your life. Even if you do get bucked off. You are a wilder man.