Into the Wilderness We Go!

Take an escape to the wilderness of Northwestern Montana with Outdoor Afro guest blogger Lamar Gore, an assistant refuge supervisor with the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service – originally posted on the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service blog.
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As a kid, I spent my formative years exploring “my wilderness” at Shady Brook Park and White City Lake (now John A. Roebling Park) in Trenton, NJ. I was teased because I played in the woods and swamps, but as a child I was fearless. And with a smile of encouragement from my mom or dad, I was off to the woods and ready to play.
Just a few weeks ago, I descended on Missoula, Montana with forty-nine other conservationists as part of training to begin an immersion experience in the Scapegoat Wilderness. Wilderness lands are wild lands that have not been modified by human activity, like maintained roads or the use of motorized equipment.

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So without machines in wilderness lands, how did we get out there? My companion was Remmington, an amazingly sturdy, gentle, and stunning friend of mine. By the end of the trip, we had quite the connection.

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As we sat around the camp on our first night, the flute like song of the Swainson’s thrush rang out on the hillside.  This was a common sound around camp and on hikes.
On our second day in, I felt the call…when you feel it calling, you must simply go, and go I did. I crossed the river into a floodplain meadow, where willow flycatchers were playing their song. Past the willows and up the mountainside I climbed, and below me, the moving figures of my classmates appeared tiny stick figures, some fishing, others cooling in the river or resting.
The sound of the river faded to be replaced by the sound of birds at a higher elevation and the knocking of woodpeckers. Once on the ridgeline, I could see the valley we journeyed through to approach camp and it was breathtaking. The river wound from side to side, and the mountainsides appeared to collide into each other.

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Just one of the great views in the Scapegoat Wilderness

On our final night in the Scapegoat, the song of a boreal owl took me to sleep. He can play that song until the end of time and beyond. That alone was enough to walk out of the Scapegoat with. As Remmington was taking me on the last few steps of our journey, my mind wandered back to our last night in the Wilderness. Those thoughts, made the closing unwelcome and rushed. Just imagine if I had let the fear of the unknown stop me as a youngin’?

Spotted on Sunday (SOS) Equestrian and Quartzite Edition

Remi (10) and Sade (8)

Just got a shout from Zetha Nobles who resides with her family in the hills of Oakland, California, where she and her children enjoyed some horse riding this afternoon. She writes, “It was so spur of the moment! I love us being outdoors and in the natural elements!”

Folarin (14)

Patina and Nate

Patina and her husband Nate were spotted at Devil’s Lake State Park, Wisconsin, sitting on purple and pink quartzite rocks. Patina says, “We love hiking when it’s nice out, and last winter we started skiing and snowboarding.” Nice!

Where were you Spotted on Sunday?