"I see in the near future a crisis approaching that unnerves me and causes me to tremble for the safety of my country. . . . corporations have been enthroned and an era of corruption in high places will follow, and the money power of the country will endeavor to prolong its reign by working upon the prejudices of the people until all wealth is aggregated in a few hands and the Republic is destroyed."
-President Abraham Lincoln
November 21, 1864
After a half dozen cups of hot coffee black in the Tok Valley's chilly morning air, we packed it up and headed south to see what was happening with the Slana Valley. We found what we figured we might find: big peaks, blue skies, expansive wetlands, crystal clear water, and honking flocks of waterfowl. Pausing for a few brief moments of landscape absorbtion, and pondering another cup of mid morning coffee, we quietly slid into a super-sized valley tucked behind a few super-sized, 16,000 foot Wrangell Range volcanoes.
The night before, Scott and I found ourselves on top of a mountain discussing the growing disconnect between humans and the land. Depression, apathy, complacency, and expectancy seem to be omnipresent in North America, and I suggested this had something to do with the current lack of connection between humans and the land. Most people would deny this suggestion, arguing that a connection to the land is romantacized and outdated. These same people assume the land is solely a commodity needed to be developed, insist there is no need to maintain a connection with it beyond exploitation, and ignore the priceless free systems that a healthy environment offers a community. Others would simply be oblivious of the disconnect and want to change the subject. If you're skeptical, try to think about the number of corporate logos you recognize. Now name as many species of tree as you can in your community. Peter Forbes observed that the average American can recognize over 1,000 corporate logos, but cannot name three species of tree in their own city. How's that for disconnect?
Scott and I continued, changing the subject to the question of happiness. We talked about our genuinely happy friends with rich souls in Alaska, Montana, Wyoming, Utah, Colorado, and even Nebraska. Friends who have gardens growing fresh kale, chard, carrots, squash, berries, apples and more. Friends who put halibut, crab, salmon, or trout on their plates in the summer, who have elk or moose meat on the dinner table throughout the winter. Friends who revere and embrace approaching storms, who aren't afraid of the changing seasons. Friends that understand the value of rich soil, clean water, and strong connections with public land. We talked about the free systems a healthy environment provides: clean water without the need of expensive filtration and purification systems. Rich soils full of bugs, birds, and natural humus that doesn't need expensive synthetic fertilization. Biodiversity, allowing people to supplement their store-bought food with fresh fish, red meat, birds, and wild berries. Clean air. And a community full of people that understands the importance of the land surrounding them. I told Scott that I feel happiest, most at peace, when I am living with a deep connection to the land, and that I wished I could share that feeling with everyone I know. We sat on top of that ridge talking about such things, overlooking a rich valley crawling with ungulates and running with clean water. Two happy souls, absorbing the evening's final warmth from a cold alpine sunset
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Coming down from the ridge after the sun tucked itself behind the Wrangell Range, we talked about how our world has come to the point it has. We talked about the corporatocracy in America, and its ever-expanding influence. For-profit corporations buying political campaigns, resulting in politicians owing favors to private--not public--interests. For-profit corporations ultimately writing legislation, subsequently pushed and backed by the politicians those corporations sponsored in the first place. Many of these corporations also happen to control numerous arms of the media- the very outlets from which the majority of Americans receive their information about purchased policymakers, controversial legislation, and ambiguously illegal corporate involvement. For-profit corporations can replace human jobs with mechanized systems to save money. For-profit corporations can replace rich, diverse farmland with synthetic monoculture to save money and create synthetic seed that does not naturally reproduce so that farmers have to buy seed each subsequent year, forever endebted to the corporations. They can outsource jobs and externalize toxic wastes to save money, dumping jobs overseas and pollutants into our publicly owned airsheds, watersheds, lakeshores, and seashores. And through legislation and various media outlets, they can convince us that they're doing what's in our best interest. Sounds crazy. Yet it's the reality. Funny system, ain't it?
What's interesting is the fact that the very people trying to right the ship are the ones most publicly marginalized. People working to protect clean, drinkable water are marginalized as radical environmentalists. People advocating literacy and strong foundations in ethics are marginalized as elitists. People fighting for common decency, fair wages, and job security in the workplace are marginalized as leftists and socialists. 
People struggling to maintain possession of their indigenous land or basic rights like accessible, clean water are marginalized as terrorists. And people shouting the loudest in support of for-profit corporations are heralded as patriots.
So we walked and talked. Private interest controlling political campaigns, federal and state level legislation, and the media. A combined manifestation of Orwell and Huxley's prophecies, here and now and in the flesh. We talked about the complexities and interconnectedness of the economy, of natural resources, of private interest vs. public service and a healthy middle class, of the commercialization of human existence. Of the undeniable importance of education and ethics and how they're being marginalized for the sake of Wall Street. We talked as we meandered back to our clean, spartan, creekside camp.
The situation is far more complex than just these thoughts. We'd just covered the tip of the iceberg. But we agreed that a good start to getting things back on track is to help people remember the importance of the land. What we do has consequences. Our actions tangibly affect the land around us, and anybody who believes otherwise is living under an illusion. When people begin to remember the importance of our actions and their environmental ramifications, people will begin to remember the importance of a healthy biotic community, healthy watersheds, clean water, clean air, and robust biodiversity.
And when we have a healthy environment, we can have sustainable industries providing jobs that help stimulate a local economy, a real community.
So Scott and I wrapped up our night in an aspen grove under crystal clear Alaskan skies with a couple Whitehorse-brewed IPA's. A couple souls in the trees, hoping to distance ourselves as far from corporate interest as possible. Searching for autonomy, authenticity, real and uncommercialized experience. I sat next to our fire and our creek looking through the aspen branches at Venus, shining brighter than I've ever seen her before. And I shared a few laughs with a good friend in the woods.
Clarity.
"Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love."
I also slapped a couple more photos from interior Alaska on this post. All of them were taken in Wrangell-St. Elias National Preserve sometime in early October. 
We thought we might see quite a few wild creatures in this little drainage. We'd heard a few grizzled bears, a collection of black wolves, and even a wolverine had frequented the area. No carnivores were to be found on our saunter, but we did lay our eyes upon a moose, a few live caribou, and one very dead caribou.
The views from a neighboring ridgeline were big and uninterrupted. Including this choice sunset lingering over glacier-capped big ones.
