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Fred Burke
 ’ve always thought, having been my age, granted, the Grand Canyon is one of the last things that was comparable to the Old West. You may laugh about it, but one of the last, like the fur trappers, the cowboys, the explorers that went west and did things on their own, improvised, set it up. The river was that way and that’s why it was so free. It was like heading west in the wagons or something. We felt as soon as you passed under the bridge you were free, unrestricted, your own person. You had to live by your wits. We didn’t have helicopter help then as much, or things like that. Didn’t have a lot of regulation. You could build big bonfires to stand around. People would enjoy it because they could look in the fire, they could dream, they could think. The first times, you have to think about it... we
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Rod Nash
grew up in New York City. I was born on Manhattan Island. And I lived for eighteen years with the view out of my bedroom window of a brick wall. That was it. It was about ten feet away. I could look up, down, right or left and not see a single living thing. Not a leaf, not a weed, not a blade of grass—just the bricks. I was on the third floor of a seventeen-story apartment house. My father was a professor at New York University, downtown on Washington Square in Manhattan. And I looked at that brick wall. Because of that brick wall, I believe, I became a wilderness enthusiast and later a
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