This is a personal journey by the man who had a father-son
relationship with the recalcitrant grump named Ed Abbey, one of the most
important environmental authors of the late 20th century. Doug was flawed by his service as a green
beret medic in Vietnam and the travesty of death and destruction that our men
were forced to participate in. He was
torn apart by the killing and the death that were daily rituals in nam and the
frustration of not having a real reason or purpose for being there.
Doug returned with post war stress syndrome before they
officially declared it a syndrome. In Ed
Abbey he found someone who he could listen to and argue with. Their relationship was rocky and feisty, as
befits these two wilderness warriors. Ed
came from the East and became a western person, but not a westerner. He never resented the protected areas of the
West, he understood that these were never taken from the westerner, rather the
western pioneers and their descendants took what they had from others and from
wildness.
Ed and Doug walked the wildness and Doug found the solace
that comes to many who wander in the wilds.
He redefined death through the death of Abbey, the wild grizzly’s that
he observed, and the risk he took in places remote and dangerous. It gave meaning to death in a way that was
opposite of the senseless killing in nam.
Doug buried Ed, his father figure, in a remote and illegal
grave in the wilds of the SW. It was a
pilgrimage and his last gift to this crusty old ecowarrior who so deeply felt
the wounds that we inflict on the planet.
This book chronicles the burial, the war memories, the near death
experience in Nepal, time with the grizzly’s and hikes through the desert (even
through active military bombing areas) and it allows us to see how Doug pieced
together his own soul while suffering divorce, loss of friends, and loss of
land.
It is not great literature, but it is compelling
reading.
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