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Lost in My Own Backyard: A Walk in Yellowstone National Park (Crown Journeys) Hardcover – June 8, 2004

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TIM CAHILL is the author of eight books, including Road Fever, Jaguars Ripped My Flesh, and A Wolverine Is Eating My Leg. He is a founding editor of Outside magazine and writes frequently for National Geographic Adventure and other national publications. He lives in Montana.

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Mount Washburn

A quarter century ago i moved to a small town just north of Yellowstone Park. I didn't know much about wildlife back then and honestly couldn't tell a mule deer from an antelope. I wasn't certain why Yellowstone contained more geysers than anyplace else on earth. I was unaware that there was a huge lake, one of the largest alpine lakes on earth, up there in the pines. I didn't know much.

But I wasn't a tourist. Oh, no. I was much too cool for that. I never went to Yellowstone specifically to look at, what?--mud pots, or Old Faithful, or various thermal springs. It always seemed to me like that had somehow "been done," and that serious persons, like myself, went into the backcountry, and we did that specifically to avoid all those other persons who didn't know that gaping at geysers or giggling at the flatulent-sounding mud pots was for--well, for tourists, who were somehow inferior.

In fact, the places where tourists customarily go are supremely worth seeing even if you have to share the wonder. That is the conclusion I've come to after a quarter century of puttering around in the park. Oh, I've been out in the backcountry quite a bit, and I've seen the tourist attractions, all of them, several times. I just didn't know how to look at them. I was lost in my own backyard.

I wish someone had just slapped me early on. Well, perhaps I could have done without the slap, but it would have been okay if someone wiser in the ways of the park had just shown me certain things and told me to shut up and listen. Stop being so damn superior. You're acting like a jerk.

I have, in fact, a long-standing fantasy in which I take the younger version of myself up to the park and show him the one thing he truly has to understand. It would probably be a hassle getting him through the entrance and up to the summit of Mount Washburn. He'd be asking questions and trying to stop for a walk every time he saw a backcountry trailhead. This young guy would be distracted. I'd have to talk with him in a severe manner.

I imagine it would go like this:

Okay, shut up, we're going to the park, and it's going to be a couple of hours of driving, and I'm not going to let you talk about anything at all because you are just going to get all enthralled with this or that and lose the central theme. So here we go, and you might just as well be blindfolded, because we are not going to talk about the mountains that run on either side of Paradise Valley as we rise up Yellowstone River toward the entrance to Yellowstone Park. Oh, those are antelope over there.

Look, stop complaining. I'm taking you twenty-five years closer to figuring out the geological essence of the park. You don't care about geology? How about the end of civilization as we know it? No, I'm not kidding you. The end of civilization as we know it! Sure, right, make fun. Just another damn thing to worry about. Dumb butt.

Here's the north entrance the park. We'll stop, I'll show my National Park Pass to the ranger in the little guardhouse. Yeah, she's attractive, I agree. Some of these lady rangers, I have to admit: I mean, if you've got a thing for women in uniform...

Wait. See how easy it is to let things distract you from the central point? Now we're passing the forty-fifth parallel, right at the sign there--halfway between the equator and the north pole--and those are elk emerging out of the steam, which comes from thermal springs dropping into the river, and yes, you can bathe in the hot pots there, where the thermal water drops into the river, but that's not why we've come to the park today. Don't those elk moving through the steam look like they're in some kind of movie about supernatural beings?

But we're getting distracted.

And now here we go: we're driving through the little administrative village of Mammoth. Yes, it's named for those steaming terraces of multicolored rock looming up over there to our right. Mammoth Hot Springs. Sure, we could stop and take a walk, but there are wooden stairs and wooden walkways and you have to stay on the trail and there'll probably be a lot of people all bunched together looking at the delicate colors of the various thermal pools up on top of the terraces and you'll have to hear people say, "Kinda pretty, huh," and so you don't want to go up there, do you? You're too cool for that Disneyland sort of stuff, right?

See, that's what I mean. I was the same way when I was you twenty-five years ago. Exactly the same way. No Old Faithful for me. Been there, done that, now I'm too cool. This, I've come to realize, is a moronic attitude. That's why we're going where we're going today.

What? No, that's a coyote. Wolves are bigger. There're some bison over there. Ignore them, please, as much as you can ignore fifty or sixty animals weighing up to two thousand pounds apiece. Biggest land animal in North America. We'll deal with them later. We're on our way to Tower Junction, then we'll turn south and stop near the top of Dunraven Pass, and then we'll climb to the summit of Mount Washburn. Why? Because our sole ambition this trip is to begin the process of coming to grips with some of the most significant and convulsive cataclysms that ever occurred on the face of the earth.

But see, here's the problem with Yellowstone. You can start off on a trip with every intention of trying to understand the ultimate and end up studying wildflowers. The whole park is an embarrassment of wonders.

Okay, so here we are at Dunraven Pass, 8,895 feet in elevation, and here's where we'll park. Then we'll walk up to the top of Mount Washburn. The guidebooks say the walk to the fire lookout on the summit rises about 1,400 feet and should take about two hours (much less if you're acclimated), and the view from the summit, at 10,243 feet, is said to be soul-stirring.

Yeah, I know, it isn't exactly your idea of climbing a mountain. This is just a big wide trail, and it used to be a stagecoach road, when it was built back in 1905. See those old clumps of asphalt? In the 1920s, when they let cars into the park, people drove up to the top. They drove up in reverse, because Model T Fords didn't have fuel pumps and you couldn't get gas to the engine on these steep slopes.

There's a sign at the trailhead that says, in effect, that Mount Washburn is a "bear frequenting" area and that it is not impossible to be eaten by a grizzly while walking up this trail. I think such signs make one alert. If you tend to worry about bears, and you should, the first part of the trail may seem a little claustrophobic. It is in deep woods, but it eventually emerges onto grasslands set in long sloping aprons, and for most of the summer and early fall these areas are alive with wildflowers. Some say this is the best place in the park to see these flowers, the colors swirling and intertwining like those on an intricate Persian carpet.

Occasionally we'll get a view of the fire lookout up top, a two-story building with floor-to-ceiling windows, quite a ways off. We've been at it for an hour and a half now and passed several people, except for that disgustingly fit couple who were running. Running uphill, hard. Something seriously wrong with those people. Something wrong with the slowpokes we passed, too. We're walking at the proper pace, the Cahill pace.

Now we've got about 300 more feet to the summit, and it's a steep 300 feet. The trees here--the Engelmann spruce, the whitebark pine, and the subalpine fir--are all stunted and twisted, no more than six feet high, just barely clinging to life on the slope of the mountain. And now the trees are gone, and on either side of the trail the land is lumpy with little hillocks of alpine tundra. Tiny white flowers, smaller than a dime, are all hunkered down low in the rocks to avoid the wind and catch the sun.

The fire lookout is glassed in, and it feels good to stand inside, out of the wind, and look out to the south. There are a few other folks up here, and some of them are signing the guestbook. Only a few hundred have signed the book in the past month, though Mount Washburn is one of the most popular backcountry trails in the park. An estimated ten thousand people make the climb every year. Folks who sign the guestbook have come from Japan and Poland and Switzerland and Connecticut and Oregon and Virginia. There is even some drama in the comments: "Wow! I wish my husband was here. He locked the keys in the car...so my six year old son and I came alone while he worked it out. He should have come with us!" Hey, just kick in the window. This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Outside, on the rocks under the lookout, are three or four little furballs, pikas, scrambling frenetically about on the talus slope. These small rodents have one of those jet-propelled metabolisms: they do not hibernate. They just keep busy all winter, burning hot, scampering over the rocks, under the snow. They don't run fast like hares, but they can outmaneuver most predators on rocky slopes.

In the alpine meadow off to the west are half a dozen bighorn sheep. No rams. Only females and juveniles. They are golden brown in color and lying in the grass, which is almost exactly the same shade of gold. You'd miss them if you scanned the field too quickly.

Washburn is named for General Henry Washburn, the surveyor general of the Montana Territory, who led a volunteer group of citizen explorers from Montana into the Yellowstone country in 1870 to investigate rumors of steam erupting out of the ground and other seemingly improbable wonders. The group had heard rumors of a great lake, but they weren't finding it. Washburn climbed the mountain we're standing on and returned to tell everyone that he had seen the lake. Nathaniel Langford, who was along on the trip, later wrote a book about this pioneering expedition and said that Washburn's information, delivered directly from the summit of the mo...

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Product Details

  • Series: Crown Journeys
  • Hardcover: 144 pages
  • Publisher: Crown; 1St Edition edition (June 8, 2004)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 140004622X
  • ISBN-13: 978-1400046225
  • Product Dimensions: 5.2 x 0.6 x 7.9 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 7.2 ounces
  • Average Customer Review: 4.1 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (30 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #910,416 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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By T. White on June 9, 2004
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Lost in My Own Backyard amalgamates renowned and perpetually witty author Tim Cahill with one of his favorite haunts: Yellowstone National Park. "Part of the joy of walking in Yellowstone is that it is still, for the most part, a wilderness, which means that it is untamed, which in turn means that it is not impossible to get hurt, even if you follow all the rules. Thus the wilderness that is Yellowstone Park affirms our mortality. That is why walking its trails makes us feel so damn alive" (16).
Cahill, in Lost in My Own Backyard, cleverly and humbly connects with the reader by admitting that he is neither a biologist nor a geologist. Instead, he confesses, "I am more interested in suggesting ways to think about the park and its significance. I'm especially interested in the exhilaration anyone with a heart feels while walking Yellowstone Park" (138). He encounters wiki-ups, "deliciously creepy nights" in the Goblin Labyrinth, bugling elk, lovelorn bull moose attempting to "shag" the frigid females, two-minute-old grizzly tracks, among other adventures.
The book is written in three parts-"The Trails: Day Hikes," which are fun, informative, and often hilarious; "In the Backcountry: Three Good Backcountry Trails," where Cahill admits to his "hopeless sense of direction." He is hired by National Geographic Adventure magazine along with his longtime friend, Tom Murphy, to write up backcountry trips; finally, Cahill conspicuously chides The Guide to Yellowstone Waterfalls and Their Discovery, listed in the last part of the book, "A Selected Yellowstone Bookshelf," where he lists a selection of books that he uses and some that he's clearly not particularly fond of: One in particular presents Cahill with "certain philosophical problems" (128).
Lost in My Own Backyard is written from a madcap adventurers perspective. Cahill unleashes yet another humdinger of a book.
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Tim Cahill's "Lost in My Own Backyard" is more serious than his previous books, but is nonetheless both light-hearted and enjoyable. Cahill takes a breather from his normal globe-trotting ways to focus on a slice of the great outdoors, Yellowstone Park. The world's first national park is just 50 miles from Cahill's home in Montana, so it's no surprise that this 2.2 million-acre park is the subject of a classic Cahill travel book.

Whether you've been to Yellowstone or not, you'll appreciate the author's perspective. He takes a stab at describing the natural wonders of the park - geysers, basins, wildlife - while also including some history and philosophical musings about previous explorers.

"Lost in My Own Backyard" is light reading, and I mean really light reading. Some of the shorter essays (3 to 4 pages long) hardly do justice to the day hike or back-country adventure that Cahill purports to share. And when you reach the end of this book an hour or two after you've started reading it, you'll feel like the book hasn't even begun yet. But I suppose that's the sign of a great writer covering a great subject. The material draws you in and the author's style is a pleasure to read on any subject.
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Cahill's "Lost in My Own Backyard" is a different kind of book: rather than commenting on the sights and smells, the first short essay, entitled "Mount Washburn," describes current theories of the historical development of Yellowstone in terms of a catastrophic volcanic eruption, and observes "we're all just potential puffs of steam anyway, and the earth is might beyond our imagining." The book as a whole most closely resembles a cross between a travel narrative and a guidebook. Though it contains elements of the common guidebook (such as describing specific trails and hikes), the perspective is most often completely different from a standard trail guide. In fact, Cahill includes an appendix of excellent books on Yellowstone (include trail guides) that he considers essential for enjoying the park. I agree; they would be an indispensible addition to Cahill's book for anyone looking to explore the backcountry of the park.

The first half of the book - nine short essays - discuss short to moderate hikes in Yellowstone National Park with a twist: rather than the usual discussion of trail markers, precise distances, and the names of various peaks and viewpoints, Cahill focuses on the geological, thermal and ecological wonder of Yellowstone. His writing is a wonderful blend of humor, meditation on the natural beauties of the park, and half tongue-in-cheek yet deadly serious warnings about the dangers of the park and its wildlife.

The final three essays of the book are longer and discuss backcountry journeys Cahill and some of his neighbors have taken through Yellowstone. These more closely resemble common travel narratives, though they still maintain their guidebook-like feeling at some points.

This book is clearly a winner.
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This book is a series of essays prompted by walking trails in Yellowstone. Thus, the subtitle is a misnomer - - this book discusses a bunch of walks, not just one. The title is a misnomer, too, as he's never "lost" in a real sense. But this book does involve some "getting lost" in a metaphorical sense. Cahill also wanders off topic a lot, usually in a pleasant way, which is a more literary way to "get lost."

Cahill writes each essay after hiking a trail. Each is idiosyncratic - - sometimes he talks about people he meets, sometimes wildlife or other sights, and sometimes general issues about Yellowstone. For example, a day hike on Mount Washburn sparks a geology lesson about the park. It also leads to musings about how Cahill's younger self was much too cool to go to any of the obvious tourist attractions in the park, including the trail up Mount Washburn.

He wanders "off topic" in such fashion a lot. For example, his essay on the Norris Geyser Basin was originally prompted by a hike to the basin but ends up discussing the joys of driving the Grand Loop Road. (Talking about driving a road is a bit out of place in a series of books about walking, but there it is.) Other essays concern the history of the park, the geology of geysers, the role of fire in the ecosystem, wheelchair-accessible backcountry campsites, and brief discussions of wildlife from squirrels to wolves.

He also writes about three extended trips in the backcountry. These are closer to trip reports, and describe more of what he and his companions do on these hikes. You don't learn that much about the trails, but you already knew that you should buy a hiking guidebook for that. He does give some Pretty Big Clues about an unnamed waterfall that you could "discover" if you want to.
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