Rockfish Gap, Shenandoah Mountains, Virginia. Leif Fredrickson.
In case you’d like a more personal introduction:
I’m from Missoula, Montana. My parents were public school teachers.
I attended Hellgate High School (yes, that was really the name). I played soccer and tennis, and I sang in a hardcore punk band. According to the Maximum Rocknroll review of my band, I would “make one hell of an auctioneer.” But I didn’t follow that path.
At Vassar College, I studied cognitive science. I did not take a single history class. But obviously I changed my mind on that matter. I met my wife at Vassar. She is awesome.
After Vassar, I returned to Montana where I worked at various jobs for many years before returning to school. I was a hooker, a packer and a farrier, for example. I built homes (including my own). My main gig was working in the Bob Marshall Wilderness, which I did for nine seasons. In that job, we occasionally had to blow up a horse that died in the backcountry so that grizzlies would not be attracted to it. Turns out a lot of labor goes into making wilderness areas work.
I love academics, but it’s just part of my life.
Monture Roadless Area, Ovando, Montana. Leif Fredrickson.