{"id":2527885,"date":"2021-09-03T05:00:47","date_gmt":"2021-09-03T11:00:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.outsideonline.com\/?p=2527885"},"modified":"2021-09-01T13:37:17","modified_gmt":"2021-09-01T19:37:17","slug":"rocky-mountain-wildflowers-field-guide-nature-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.outsideonline.com\/outdoor-adventure\/environment\/rocky-mountain-wildflowers-field-guide-nature-poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"The Unexpected Joys of a Shabby Wildflower Guide"},"content":{"rendered":"
I first heard of the book seven years ago from Jack Turner, a bioregional essayist and retired Exum Mountain Guide<\/a> living in Wyoming, at the foot of the Teton Range. He was talking about Henry David Thoreau\u2014specifically, how climate scientists utilize Thoreau\u2019s two-million-word journal from the 1850s as a reference, a kind of before-shit-hit-the-fan baseline, because it so dutifully and meticulously documents the arrivals and departures of birds, buds, ice, and the like. Turner riffed for a while on phenology, the study of cyclic and seasonal phenomena, and the ecophilosopher Paul Shepard<\/a>, who claimed it was \u201cwhat the mature naturalist finally comes to…a deeper understanding and a more refined sense of mystery.\u201d Then he enthusiastically recommended A Field Guide to Rocky Mountain Wildflowers<\/em><\/a>, published\u00a0in 1963, written by John Craighead, Frank Craighead Jr., and Ray Davis.<\/p>\n I stumbled on the book this April and have been reading and rereading it as if it were a work of unsurpassed literary beauty, an elaborate lyric poem. Which it isn\u2019t, of course. But which, paradoxically, it absolutely is.<\/p>\n About the book\u2019s authors. Davis, a systematic botanist, traveled widely to collect specimens and established a top-notch herbarium at Idaho State University\u2014definitely an inspiring guy, but hardly a celebrity. The Craighead brothers, on the other hand, were two of the most well-respected scientist-conservationists of the 20th century, comparable to Rachel Carson<\/a> and Aldo Leopold<\/a>. Identical twins born in 1916 (I picture them dropping from the womb in matching flannel-and-denim outfits), Frank and John grew up in Maryland and became infatuated with falconry as adolescents. After high school, they drove a Chevy out west on dirt roads, catching raptors en route, and published an article about\u00a0<\/strong>the experience in National Geographic<\/em>. They developed a wilderness-survival manual for the Navy during WWII, drawing on their command of bushcraft and indigenous North American lifeways. They conducted a long-term grizzly research project in Yellowstone and pioneered the use of large-animal radio-tracking collars in wildlife biology. They petitioned for the Wild And Scenic Rivers Act<\/a>, passed in 1968. They hiked and camped everywhere<\/em>.<\/p>\n Given the adventurous elements of this r\u00e9sum\u00e9<\/span>, you may assume a dusty, musty field guide to tiny ephemeral flowers would be unlikely to catalyze Craighead mania (aside from Marcus Aurelius\u2019s Meditations, <\/em>it\u2019s the shabbiest volume in my local Crested Butte, Colorado, library). But Jack Turner wasn\u2019t kidding\u2014the book is a treasure. At the superficial level, it\u2019s just very helpful in teasing out the buttercups and mallows and primroses and paintbrushes. Furthermore, it\u2019s a welcome reminder that the slide from winter to spring to summer in the high country is nutso, totally dynamic and exciting and suspenseful. What\u2019s today\u2019s surprise gonna be? Who\u2019s gonna emerge between the melting snowbanks and glittery trickles and patches of hallucinatory green grass? Aha, dogtooth violet! Aha, shooting star! Aha, long-plumed avens! <\/em>The book gets me crawling around outdoors\u2014curious, engaged, zoomed in, nose-close\u2014and that\u2019s always good. Muddy knees. Soggy socks. Yessir.<\/p>\n OK, but I mentioned \u201cliterary beauty,\u201d and that\u2019s the really <\/em>special thing this classic field guide offers. To emphasize the poetic power that tingles my spine whenever I browse its faded, brittle pages, I\u2019ll arrange a few passages as verse.<\/p>\n From the \u201cFlowering season\u201d subsection of the swamp laurel entry:<\/p>\n Latter part of June to first part of Aug. And the yellow monkeyflower entry:<\/p>\n May into Aug. First look for it And the larkspur:<\/p>\n From April to July. You get the idea. There are hundreds of species in the book and almost every one receives this same nuanced treatment, the flowering season defined with regard to an encompassing ecosystem, a phenological context. As the artist-naturalist Roger Tory Peterson, the book\u2019s editor, puts it in an introductory note, \u201cSuch facts are often more illuminating than the bald statement \u2018late June to early August,\u2019 since the Rocky Mountain region is a vertical land where spring and summer ascend the slopes and a flower that blooms in June in the river valleys might not unfold its petals until July or even later at higher altitudes.\u201d<\/p>\n So it\u2019s a concrete strategy to design a user-friendly field guide for eager duffers in need of assistance (e.g. me). Fantastic. Much appreciated. But again, the poetic quality\u2014little language, big vision\u2014is the really<\/em> special, spine-tingling thing. Can you imagine attending to your backyard, your watershed, your place, with the degree of care and focus that would generate these phenological passages? If I shot plant names at you, rapid-fire Latin binomials, could you tell me what the chipmunks are doing at the time of blossoming? And what the trout are doing? And what the geese are doing?\u00a0It\u2019s incredible, this omnidirectional knowledge, this attunement to overlaps and interconnections, and it starts, as you spend more hours with the book, to feel like a vision of a world that is whole. <\/em>John Muir\u2019s oft-quoted, quasi-mystical quip can\u2019t be avoided: \u201cWhen we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe.\u201d<\/p>\n Earlier this summer, wandering at dusk on a Thursday evening, I discovered three blue columbines and a nest of squawking raven chicks in a lodgepole pine. That Saturday, climbing a tundra ridge at 12,500 feet, I witnessed the collapse of sun-rotted cornice into a cirque, then spotted a pair of horned larks and a microgarden of alpine forget-me-nots. And a few days later, taking a dawn stroll at the edge of town, scanning the wetlands with my binoculars, buzzing on black coffee, surging with the joy of aimless caffeinated searching, I saw a cow moose bedded among marsh marigolds, a broad-tailed hummingbird perched atop a leafing willow, wispy clouds, cloud-reflecting puddles, fresh coyote scat, and a sticky geranium. In other words, I saw a mosaic, a gestalt\u2014many pieces fusing to form a sum greater than the parts. I saw it smack-dab in front of me and I saw it later, at breakfast, slurping oatmeal, a certain trusty book open on the kitchen table.<\/p>\n Little language, big vision. <\/em>I read. And reread. And marvel over the beauty of these phenological passages puzzling together in my mind and heart. But they aren\u2019t the only aspect of the book that evinces wholeness. For each species, there\u2019s also an \u201cInteresting facts\u201d subsection, and they tend to highlight edibility and medicinal properties, in particular the applications honed by generations of Native Americans, the Rockies\u2019 original residents (Apaches, Crows, Utes, Bannocks, Shoshones, et al.<\/em>). Silky phacelia makes a salad? False hellebore contains alkaloids that lower blood pressure? Elk and humans alike relish nibbling mountain sorrel? Death camas kills indiscriminately? A Field Guide to Rocky Mountain Wildflowers <\/em>suggests that the feral creature called Homo sapiens<\/em> can fit snugly inside the ecological web, the elaborate lyric poem of the land, and though Craighead, Craighead, and Davis don\u2019t say it outright, it\u2019s easy to infer a verse that goes something like this:<\/p>\n Blooms when days Or better yet:<\/p>\n You\u2019ll notice it Picking daisies with the Craighead bros<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":44696,"featured_media":2528490,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"uuid":"5a0ebb66bd10ed8dce97a9eac7bd3524","footnotes":""},"categories":[2547],"tags":[3128,2805,2624,2601],"byline":[1553],"ad_cat":[],"legacy-category":[],"class_list":["post-2527885","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-environment","tag-books","tag-conservation","tag-nature","tag-science","byline-leath-tonino"],"acf":[],"parsely":{"version":"1.1.0","meta":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@type":"NewsArticle","headline":"The Unexpected Joys of a Shabby Wildflower Guide","url":"https:\/\/www.outsideonline.com\/outdoor-adventure\/environment\/rocky-mountain-wildflowers-field-guide-nature-poetry\/","mainEntityOfPage":{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/www.outsideonline.com\/outdoor-adventure\/environment\/rocky-mountain-wildflowers-field-guide-nature-poetry\/"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/cdn.outsideonline.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/rocky-mountain-wildflowers_h.jpg","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","url":"https:\/\/cdn.outsideonline.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/rocky-mountain-wildflowers_h.jpg"},"articleSection":"Environment","author":[{"@type":"Person","name":"jversteegh"}],"creator":["jversteegh"],"publisher":{"@type":"Organization","name":"ºÚÁϳԹÏÍø Online","logo":"https:\/\/www.outsideonline.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/favicon-194x194-1.png"},"keywords":["books","conservation","nature","science"],"dateCreated":"2021-09-03T11:00:47Z","datePublished":"2021-09-03T11:00:47Z","dateModified":"2021-09-03T11:00:47Z"},"rendered":"
\nMosquitoes are becoming
\na nuisance
\nboth where and when
\nthis plant blooms.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
\nwhen Scarlet Gilia appears.
\nStill in bloom in Sept.
\nwhen Rocky Mt. whitefish begin
\nto spawn, bull elk
\nare bugling, and beaver
\nhave made their winter
\nfood caches.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
\nWhen they are beginning
\nto bloom, sparrow hawks
\nare defending territories.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
\nare T-shirt-warm and children
\nare learning from their parents
\nto harvest yummy
\nripe berries.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
\nwhen nerdy dudes
\nare crawling in meadows,
\ncounting sepals and stamens,
\nguided by an old shabby book,
\ngrinning and sometimes
\nshouting Aha!<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"