Consumed in the Yaak

I am a consumer. I take elk, deer, trout, firewood, mushrooms, grouse, berries, experiences, memories, insight and perspective. I take all of these things selfishly, albeit reverently, from the Yaak Valley. I tout the phrase “The Yaak provideth” as if speaking part-Shakespearean part-biblically. I serve huckleberry margaritas while I tell stories of trips into the cedar and larch filled forest. It is in this rather small part of the world where I exist in the fullest. There is no distinct separation between hiking, fishing, hunting, learning or living for me out there. I am purely being.