hannah simmons

“wilderness. the word itself is music.

wilderness, wilderness… we scarcely know what it means by the term, though the sound of it draws all whose nerves and emotions have not yet been irreparably, stunned, dead, numbed by the caterwauling of commerce, the sweating scramble for profit and domination. Why such an alert in the very word? What does it

on lake powell and the glen canyon dam. pg. 188, Abbey, Desert Solitaire).

“A man could be a lover and defender of the wilderness without ever in his lifetime, leaving the boundaries of asphalt, powerlines, and right-angled services. We need wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge, even though we may never need to go there. I may never in my life, get to Alaska, for example, but I am grateful

“They (the Developers) would never understand that an economic system, which can only expand or expire must be false to all that is human.” pg 160., Abbey, Desert Solitaire.

“where trails or primitive dirt roads already exist, the Industry expects — it hardly needs to ask — that these be developed into modern paved highways.” (pg 61, Abbey)