The Running Country
It had all the earmarks of a good old-fashioned stand-off. No one, it seemed, was going anywhere anytime soon. For days I had been hiking alone through the wild heart of the Sage Creek Wilderness, following buffalo trails pounded deep into the prairie soil by years of passing hooves and side-stepping plops of buffalo droppings as big as garbage-can lids.
For most of his life, Gordon Gower has been aiming telescopes at the night sky and has watched light pollution steadily obscure his clear view of the stars. “I grew up in a city of 100,000 people in south Texas, and I could pick out constellations in my backyard,” he says. “But these days, fewer than 20 percent of Americans can see the Milky Way from their own homes.”
Call of the Wild
“Last summer for the first time two grizzly cubs became tame and were fed by hand around Old Faithful,” wildlife biologist George Melendez Wright wrote in mid-May of 1932. “This will not do and must be stopped before it is well started or the bear problem will be worse than ever.”