Never lose sight of what it means to be wild --
I started reading this book on my way home out of Jackson Hole after a two week trip in Yellowstone and Grand Teton National Park. The imagery Askins invokes with deft and brilliant paint brush strokes was easily rendered in acute detail to my newly impressioned memory of this place and that which was already sad to be leaving it so soon. The valleys covered with the low curling limbs of sage, filling the air - and your fingertips - with its crisp and cooling scent. The rustle of the Aspen leaves burning bright gold, their white limbs shivering at the base of the dark blue mountains, the play of light that changes every minute as the sun pours itself over a truly enchanting land. Too much? What can I say, it is such a magical place.
My obsession with the wolves in Yellowstone began a couple of years ago after reading American Wolf. But little did I realize who the woman actually was who made it it happen, this “Jane Goodall of wolves”. She wasn’t talked a lot about in all the other books I had read or I just did not notice her importance, even though Mollie Beattie’s name was always brought up on a regular basis. I am so glad I found this book to set the record straight.
I have seen some reviews that complain that she doesn’t spend enough time with the wolves, that this book dives too deep into her own personal life story. But I think that the book perfectly explains why everything before was needed to bring about something so monumental to occur, what past experiences were required for her belief to be so strong to move heaven and earth to bring back something sorely lacking in the very heart of our country. To rectify the fact that what should be a place that epitomizes the very wildness of our nation was missing one of its most vital heartbeats. And I think that in order for her to do what she did, Renee Askins had to be just as wild as those wolves she brought home, which is clearly seen in every anecdote she tells. It is obvious throughout the book that she has a very deep connection with not only the natural world - her dislike of being in New Haven made me laugh only because it rang so true in my own mind when it comes to feeling caught in a world that is more cultivated and contrived than it ever should be - but also her connection to her dogs, which is relatable too. (Dog company is much more preferred than human).
Askins contemplates repeatedly in the book the right of humans to conquer and tame nature to our own perception of what it should be, not what it actually IS and what we lose in the effort of doing so. That the more we keep ourselves locked inside our concrete cages, mowing our unnatural lawns, attuned only to our tiny phone screens, and never stepping back out into those spaces that taught us to be wild, we have lost something vital and important to our own existence. We forgot that we were wild once too.
I think that the biggest take away from this book, aside from the amazing effort to bring the wolves back to Yellowstone and of which I highly encourage anyone to learn more about, is that humans are still ignorant to the ways of a world that existed a long time before we were even a conception and because of that, the action of stripping it clean from things we fear or consider harmful, actually harms us more in the end. We must learn once more to be awed by this natural world around us. To open our senses again and breathe with the trees, explore the forest floor with the squirrels, to howl at the moon and cry at the impossibility of the things we can never understand but feel deeply in our hearts. To remember that we are not in this world but of it and it is not ours to contain or conquer. It is only ours to share for the time we are here, and in that, to preserve it to the best of our ability.
I loved this book and I cannot thank her enough for her work in the restoration of the wolves to Yellowstone. It is one heck of a legacy.
The wolves are back and may their wolf song linger now and forever over those sage filled vales and pine crowned mountains of Yellowstone and beyond, for they are, in essence, proof of the need of our own wildness.