And Another Thing...
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Creating Your Future
C.Y.A.
A Word from GCROA
The Word Wilderness
Adopt-A-Beach
AMWG: An Update
GCRG Fall Meeting
Poems
The Wilderness Questionnaire
The Reponses
Bremner Memorial Scholarship
Giving Thanks
Songs of the Humpback Chub
The Things Boatmen Do...
The Hidden Canyon
Grand Canyon Supergroup
...Translation
Larry Stevens
Points, Counterpoints
All Her Rivers Are Gone...

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the journal of Grand Canyon River Guides, Inc.
volume 12   number 1 winter 1998-99
 
Larry Stevens
 

IIšI wasI'm a biologist. My third memory, when I was three, is of my mother pointing at a patch of bark on a maple tree in Cleveland. I was just a little kid, just looking at bark. But she moved her finger, and an underwing moth that was camouflaged against the tree fluttered its wings in a bright flash of red and black. That image of life erupting out of the insensate background stands out very clearly in my early life. It was my first entomological encounter and there has been no doubt at any point in my life as to my love of living creatures, extending to all life in a very direct way. I have never questioned that love. Full Story