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Big Thoughts at Big Prairie

  • September 21, 2015
  • Posted by Maeve Wrixon

The morning we left the air was filled with anticipation and excitement as we said goodbye to civilization. Looking around we knew we wouldn’t see these faces or the places for six weeks.

Personally I had no idea what to expect and I had a healthy dose of fear in my belly. We hiked seven miles in that first day to the North Fork Ranger Station, some covered in blisters, all tired yet proud for completing our day successfully. We were joined by the Bob Marshall Wilderness Foundation for dinner and after a good night’s sleep we headed out the next 16 miles to the beautiful Danaher Meadows.

I can honestly say that this place is where my heart shall stay forever. The views were brilliant, air was fresh, and my crew was going in together strong. We spent two hitches there and it truly felt like home. Our weekends were spent at Big Prairie, truly a magical place. We were surrounded by Charlotte Mountain and Pack Rat. Some of the crew stuck around the station fly fishing and enjoying the view of the South Fork river against a mountain backdrop, while others decided to hike out to places like Jumbo Lookout or just for a camping trip to get away.

The amount of work we put out as a crew was brilliant, from re-treading to building a bridge, we worked hard and strong and it truly brought my crew closer together. We have realized the others’ flaws, we have butted heads and felt that desire to get away from each other but at the end of the day we have become such a close family and I would go to the ends of the earth and back for those guys. It’s a hard task to try and summarize what we have experienced or put certain words together to convey the feeling that we felt out there.

One thing is for certain, I cannot wait to head into the Great Bear Wilderness and experience the next six weeks and all the adventures to come.

“It is the song of the hermit thrush at twilight and the lapping of waves against the shoreline and the melody of the wind in the trees. It is the unique odor of balsams and of freshly turned humus and of mist rising from mountain meadows. It is the feel of spruce needles under foot and sunshine on your face and wind blowing through your hair. It is all of these at the same time, blended into a unity that can only be appreciated with leisure and which is ruined by artificiality.”

-Bob Marshall


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