Experiencing
the Wilderness in 2002
September
19, 2002
This
is my first of many journal entries that I will
be posting on this web page to keep you updated
on my experiences and feelings in Yosemite.
I hope to get these entries up every week for
students, teachers and all interested parties
to read. I am a fledgling web designer, so please
bear with the errors that may occur on this
web site.

I
have now been in Yosemite for two weeks, but
the number of people I have met and incredible
views I have seen makes it seem like I have
been here much longer. In preparation for the
expeditions, I have been spending my time shadowing
Yosemite Institute instructors as they lead
high school students throughout Yosemite Valley
on day trips, and last weekend I got my first
taste of the high country on an overnight trip
with my boss Barb - we set out to test some
of the scientific equipment that the students
will be using in their studies. In my time in
the developed valley and in the still-wild Sierras,
I have begun to think about the meaning of wilderness
to me.
I
value wilderness because it is an escape from
the pressures and agendas associated with city
life. My time in wilderness is measured by more
natural means; deadlines are marked by the hours
of sunlight left in the sky. Problems in the
wilderness seem more basic, yet more important
than those in the city; what to eat, how to
stay warm, where to sleep and where to go for
water are all simple decisions to make while
living in the wild.
In
the process of fulfilling these basic necessities,
a feeling of being closer with the earth naturally
follows. At the same time, being in wilderness
with my gas camp stove and my sleeping bag made
of 100% unnatural fibers makes me think about
how unnatural my presence is. This makes for
an interesting paradigm: at what point can we
truly be part of nature? Do we, in 2002, have
less of an experience in Yosemite's wilderness
than the Awanechee? Than John Muir?