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Wednesday, February 26, 2025

Stroke of Silent Cal’s Pen Brought Grand Teton National Park into Existence

The Cathedral Group of the Teton Range, Mount Moran center in the fall when the aspens turn.

Calvin Coolidge was something between an empty suit and a place holder as President of the United States.  Even his succession to office was accidental—roused from his bed in a New Hampshire cabin by the news that the rascal Warren G. Harding had croaked in far away California and sworn into office by kerosene lamp light by his Justice of the Peace Father.  He was also probably the most deeply profound old fashion way the most conservative Republican ever to hold the office.  His main claim to fame which had landed him on the 1920 GOP ticket was breaking the Boston Police Strike the year before.  

Cal got his well-deserved nick name for not saying much because he didn’t have much to say. He carried that same philosophy into governance where he did as little as possible because he didn’t think that the government should do much.  Instead be became best remembered for being willing to pose for pictures and newsreels in Indian bonnets, cowboy hats, and silly outfits in honor of various White House visitors. 

One of the many times Coolidge was photographed in a ten gallon hat, this time at the dedication of Mount Rushmore in 1927.
 
Yet the country rolled on in a period of unprecedented prosperity and the wild excitement of Prohibition, speakeasies, and the jazz age.  Coolidge was elected in his own right in 1924 and could probably been reelected by a landslide four years later.  But Cal would have none of it and famously said “I do not choose to run for President" in 1928 opening the door for Herbert Hoover.

But on February 26, 1929 just days before Hoover took over, Coolidge did something totally uncharacteristic—he signed into law the creation of Grand Teton National Park over the vehement objection of Wyomings solidly Republican Congressional delegation and state government as well as Western cattle, timber, and mining interests who hated any real or imagined interest in restricting exploitation of natural resources.  Despite enjoying spending his lengthy vacations at a Summer White House in the Black Hills of South Dakota and enjoying fishing at his New Hampshire get-a-way, Coolidge was never an ardent conservationist in the style of his Republican predecessor Theodore Roosevelt.

In approving the bill Coolidge preserved one of the most stunningly beautiful gems in the National Park System.  And as a boy growing up in Wyoming, one of my favorite places.

The awesomely majestic Teton Mountain Range is the youngest in the vast Rocky Mountains.  It was up thrust a mere 7 to 9 million years ago.  It runs for about 40 miles south of the Yellowstone High Plateau and includes ten peeks.  Mount Moran towering 15,775 feet is the tallest looming above Jackson Lake and with its near neighbors  Nez Perce Peak, Middle Teton, Mount Owen,  and Teewinot Mountain together forming the Cathedral Group which has long inspired artists and photographers.

The Tetons are unusual in that no foothills obscure their rise.  From the east they can clearly be seen in their blue snow-capped majesty from their bases.  That is because deep and wide Jackson Hole, the bed of an ancient sea lies at their feet.  Run-off from the annual winter mantle of snow and glaciers on the mountain sides feeds numerous streams which have carved a series of u-shaped valleys and canyons which cut deep into the range between the peeks.  The streams feed several lakes at the base, the largest being Jackson Lake.  Others include Leigh, Jenny, Bradley, Taggart, and Phelps Lakes which are all part of the flowage of the Snake River as it descends into Jackson Hole.  In addition at higher elevations there are nearly 100 small alpine lakes the highest being Lake Solitude more than 9,000 feet up.

Paleo-Indians were visiting the Tetons and Jackson Hole at least 11,000 years ago following migratory herds of elk and bison.  They made summer camp in Jackson Hole but established no year-round villages.  They were known to have made spear points and arrowheads from locally found obsidian, some of which they may have traded to the Clovis people who in return traded some of their tools.

At the time of first contact with Whites, eastern Shoshoni peoples were following the same pattern.

That first contact came in the person of the legendary John Coulter, often called the first mountain man.  Coulter was a member of Lewis and Clarks Corps of Discovery who left the expedition during the return from the Pacific with the approval of the two captains to explore on his own the territory south of the route.  His main interest was the discovery of areas rich in furs.   Most famously Coulter entered what is now Yellowstone Park and observed the geysers and hot springs there.  His description of what he saw was ridiculed as a hoax or an elaborate tall tale by many when he got back to St. Louis.  The Yellowstone country was called derisively Coulters Hell.

John Colter, based on life time drawings.

Despite the derision, some were intrigued by his accounts.  The St. Louis based Spanish fur trader Manuel Lisa who had opened a trading post called Fort Raymond at the mouth of the Big Horn River in what is now Montana hired Coulter lead a small party of trappers in a  second trip west.  On this trip during the winter of 1807-08 Coulter passed through Jackson Hole and was the first White man to see the Teton Range.  He groped his way along the base of the range until he discovered the relatively easy-to-navigate Teton Pass near the southern end of the chain which allowed him passage into what is now Idaho.  In the Tetons cold streams and crystal clear lakes he did find probably the richest beaver territory in North America completely unexploited by European trappers or natives trapping for trade.

Coulter met Clark in St. Louis in 1810 and provided the Captain a detailed account of both of these trips, possibly drawing crude maps for him.  Based on this information, Clark included a map of the Yellowstone and Tetons in his long awaited official report.  Although some still doubted Coulter’s accounts the discovery of a stone crudely carved into the shape of a skull and inscribed “John Coulter” on one side and 1808 on the other which was found just beyond Teton Pass in Idaho in the early 1930’s.  Although it cannot be conclusively proved that it was left by Coulter, weathering of the stone and inscriptions are in line with the timeframe.

Soon competing fur trading companies were sending expeditions into the area.  Early American trapping parties called the mountains the Pilot Knobs because they could be seen clearly at such a great distance and were like a beacon calling the Mountain Men to the richness of their waters.

But the British also had claims on the region considering it part of OregonDonald Mackenzie led a North West Company expedition made up largely of veteran French and Métis voyagers and trappers into the region in from the west in 1818-19.  It was the French trappers who gave the range their name from the three main peeks in the Cathedral Grouples trois tétons (the three tits.)


The British challenge was answered in from the mid-1820’s by the Rocky Mountain Fur Company organized by Jedediah Smith, William Sublette, and David Edward Jackson, names fans of 2016  Oscar winning movie The Revenant might recognize in the story of Hugh Glass.  Davy Jackson oversaw operations around the Tetons and Jackson Hole giving his name to the broad valley and the largest of the Lakes.

Mountain men entering Jackson Hole with the Tetons in the background and Snake River below them.

Intensive trapping depleted even the rich streams of the Tetons by the late 1830s and beaver hats, the main driver of the trade, were going out of fashion.  By 1840 the glory days of the fur trade were over.  The trading companies stopped sending companies into the mountains.  A few stubborn and grizzled individual trappers continued to visit the area, but except for transient Native American hunting parties region was nearly devoid of human activity for nearly 20 years.

In 1859-60 the U.S. Army sponsored an exploratory expedition led by Topographical Engineer Captain Capitan William F. Reynolds and guided by Jim Bridger, the boyish trapper in The Revenant, entered Jackson Hole.  The expedition failed to make headway exploring the Yellowstone territory to the north and the Civil War interrupted follow-ups.  But naturalist F. V. Hayden, who was with Reynolds, would return to lead his own expeditions beginning with the Hayden Geological Survey of 1871.  While Hayden mapped Yellowstone his subordinate James Stevenson led the Snake River Division into and around the Tetons.  Accompanying Stevenson as photographer was William Henry Jackson who took the first dramatic pictures of the mountains.

1871 photo by William Henry Jackson.  

Among the charges to the Hayden and Stevenson expeditions was searching for possible mineral wealth—gold, silver, or copper which could be exploited.  Fortunately for future preservationists they found none allowing the Yellowstone and Tetons to remain relatively undefiled.  

By the late 1870’s Hayden’s reports and Jackson’s photographs began to lure wealthy tourists to the region and rustic lodges were established for them and crude roads laid out to accommodate talley-ho coaches for visitors.  Tourism became the first economic activity in the region since the collapse of the fur trade.

In the 1884 a handful of homesteaders began to settle in Jackson Hole.  By 1890 there were about 50 of them and two years later the construction of Menors Ferry allowed access to the west side of the Snake River by wagons.  Around the turn of the 20th Century and the approach of rail service led to large scale cattle ranching displacing hardscrabble homestead farming in Jackson Hole. 

 The construction of automobile roads along the old military trails and roads in the region began a new surge of tourism in the ‘20s and ‘30s. 

Explorer F.V. Hayden not only participated in or led several expeditions to Yellowstone and Jackson Hole but was a relentless campaigner to establish Yellowstone National Park and then to add the Tetons and Jackson Hole.

Yellowstone had become the first National Park way back on March 1, 1872 when Ulysses S Grant signed the legislation creating it after a campaign led by F. V. Hayden.  As early as 1900 conservationists began attempts to add the Tetons and Jackson Hole to the park.  They were met with fierce local opposition, some of which still hoped to have Yellowstone Park dissolved and made available for commercial development.  The waters of the Snake River water shed were also coveted. 

In 1907 the Bureau of Reclamation dammed the outlet of Jackson Lake eventually raising its level 39 feet to provide agricultural irrigation water to Idaho.  When the Bureau began to advance a plan to do the same to same to other lakes and alarmed Yellowstone Park Superintendent Horace Albright renewed the campaign to extend the park south. 

Local opposition remained fierce, but a proposal to create a separate park pretty much confined to the peeks themselves and most of the lakes at the base, was put forward as a compromise that would leave most of Jackson Hole in private hands.  It was the bill accomplishing just that that Coolidge signed in 1929.

Albright was not done with his hopes of preserving more land.  He made contact with America’s richest man, John D. Rockefeller  of Standard Oil who built a summer lodge for himself in Jackson Hole in the mid-‘20s.  Albright convinced the millionaire to quietly start buying up land in Jackson Hole with the aim of transferring it to the National Park Service.  To this end he created the Snake River Land Company.  He acquired significant holdings but in 1930 locals got word of what was going on and raised a stink.  For more than a decade expansion of the Park was in limbo with fierce opposition in Congress.

In 1942 a frustrated Rockefeller threatened to sell his holdings to developers unless Park expansion was approved.  Interior Secretary Harold Ickes recommended that President Franklyn D. Roosevelt use the Antiquities Act to create the Jackson Hole National Monument adjacent to the National Park using Rockefeller’s donation and transferring land from the Teton National Forest.  The Monument also came under the management of the Park Service but lacked a funding allotment requiring the Park Service to re-direct funds from elsewhere to operate it.

Despite continued local opposition, there was growing public support nationally for bringing the Monument into the Park.  That was finally accomplished in 1950.  In 1972 24,000 acres north of the Grand Teton Park was added making it contiguous at last to Yellowstone.  In 2007 the Rockefeller family donated their private retreat, the JY Ranch, to the Park expanding it to the southwest and establishing the current boundaries.   The park today includes 480 square miles and 310,000 acres.

 

Grand Teton National Park had 3,417,106 recreational visits in 2023, a 22% increase from 2022.  But heavy usage and years of Park Service cut or frozen budgets have left the park with rundown physical facilities.  Environmental threats to the pristine waters and traditionally clean, clear air are mounting.  Many sunny days now find the mountains shrouded with haze.  Renewed calls to further privatize lodges and guest facilities and allow the construction of vacation condos  remain a threat.  Active so-called Patriot Militias in the region have threatened to seize the park.

Most devastating of all the Elon Musk war on Federal Workers has already slashed thousands of Park Service employees and threatens more.  Facing the ax are firefighting forces, timber management, fish and game management, educational services—also muzzled on climate change and basic history—and visitor support.  Among other cuts, 16 of 17 supervisory positions at  Grand Teton National Park were eliminated leaving just one person to hire, train and supervise dozens of seasonal employees expected this summer.  Grand Teton and the whole National Park System are on the teetering edge of destruction.

Calvin Coolidge’s good deed is be undone by a Republican President and Congress.


 

Friday, April 22, 2016

An Earth Day Quartet



Today is Earth Day.  It seemed like a very big deal when it was introduced in 1970 when the Environmental Movement as we know it was still in its relative infancy having grown out the earlier Conservation Movement that emphasized the husbanding of natural resources for human use.  It seems in those early years when hundreds of thousands responded to calls to march or participate in some way that real change was possible.
And, of course, much was accomplished—the EPA and increased regulation of pollution, the hands-on movement to re-cycle and re-use, the on-going involvement of children which critics charge has become a virtual secular religion.  But despite it all, the Planet is in more desperate shape today than it was then.  The Cassandra warnings about climate change have come true in spades, faster than anyone really expected.  Yet resistance to real change to address the root causes has never been more fierce—or more successful—as it is fueled by billionaire exploiters and exploited by rabid right wing movements.  If liberals love the Planet, conservatives MUST attack it wrapping themselves in an ideology of unfettered capitalism on one hand and apocalyptic Evangelical claims that the End of Days are at hand so humans can and should squeeze every ounce of value from the Earth that will be thrown away anyway on the other.
Meanwhile the Earth Day celebration has been tamed, made nice,  worth all of five minutes mention on the Nightly News and some grade school art projects.  We are told that “we must not make it political, because everyone loves the Earth”—a lie on the face of it.
So much for my annual rant.  Time for some poetry.
The Transcendentalists in this country and their cousin German and English Romantics introduced a whole new way of conceiving and appreciating Nature, which had traditionally been viewed a hostile force which Man must conquer, tame, and exploit to survive.  They were the first—in the “civilized” world to value Nature on its own terms and even to exalt it for the lessons it could teach.  Henry David Thoreau’s Walden is often considered the first major environmental text. Thoreau’s buddy and Walden Pond landlord Ralph Waldo Emerson chipped in with his breakthrough essay Nature which made him a household name.  He also wrote some poetry on the subject.



Song of Nature
Mine are the night and morning,
The pits of air, the gulf of space,
The sportive sun, the gibbous moon,
The innumerable days.

I hid in the solar glory,
I am dumb in the pealing song,
I rest on the pitch of the torrent,
In slumber I am strong.

No numbers have counted my tallies,
No tribes my house can fill,
I sit by the shining Fount of Life,
And pour the deluge still;

And ever by delicate powers
Gathering along the centuries
From race on race the rarest flowers,
My wreath shall nothing miss.

And many a thousand summers
My apples ripened well,
And light from meliorating stars
With firmer glory fell.

I wrote the past in characters
Of rock and fire the scroll,
The building in the coral sea,
The planting of the coal.

And thefts from satellites and rings
And broken stars I drew,
And out of spent and aged things
I formed the world anew;

What time the gods kept carnival,
Tricked out in star and flower,
And in cramp elf and saurian forms
They swathed their too much power.

Time and Thought were my surveyors,
They laid their courses well,
They boiled the sea, and baked the layers
Or granite, marl, and shell.

But he, the man-child glorious,--
Where tarries he the while?
The rainbow shines his harbinger,
The sunset gleams his smile.

My boreal lights leap upward,
Forthright my planets roll,
And still the man-child is not born,
The summit of the whole.

Must time and tide forever run?
Will never my winds go sleep in the west?
Will never my wheels which whirl the sun
And satellites have rest?

Too much of donning and doffing,
Too slow the rainbow fades,
I weary of my robe of snow,
My leaves and my cascades;

I tire of globes and races,
Too long the game is played;
What without him is summer’s pomp,
Or winter's frozen shade?

I travail in pain for him,
My creatures travail and wait;
His couriers come by squadrons,
He comes not to the gate.

Twice I have moulded an image,
And thrice outstretched my hand,
Made one of day, and one of night,
And one of the salt sea-sand.

One in a Judaean manger,
And one by Avon stream,
One over against the mouths of Nile,
And one in the Academe.

I moulded kings and saviours,
And bards o’er kings to rule;—a 
But fell the starry influence short,
The cup was never full.

Yet whirl the glowing wheels once more,
And mix the bowl again;
Seethe, fate! the ancient elements,
Heat, cold, wet, dry, and peace, and pain.

Let war and trade and creeds and song
Blend, ripen race on race,
The sunburnt world a man shall breed
Of all the zones, and countless days.

No ray is dimmed, no atom worn,
My oldest force is good as new,
And the fresh rose on yonder thorn
Gives back the bending heavens in dew.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson


The Beat Buddhist Gary Snyder was read and cherished by many in the Environmental movement for work like this.
Burning Island

O Wave God      who broke through me today   
    Sea Bream
    massive pink and silver
    cool swimming down with me watching   
                      staying away from the spear

Volcano belly Keeper who lifted this island
    for our own beaded bodies adornment
    and sprinkles us all with his laugh—
                      ash in the eve
    mist, or smoke,
    on the bare high limits—
               underwater lava flows easing to coral
                      holes filled with striped feeding swimmers

O Sky Gods      cartwheeling
    out of   Pacific
    turning rainsqualls over like lids on us   
    then shine on our sodden—
               (scanned out a rainbow today at the   
                      cow drinking trough   
                            sluicing off
            LAKHS of crystal Buddha Fields   
            right on the hair of the arm!)

Who wavers right now in the bamboo:   
   a half-gone waning moon.
                  drank down a bowlful of shochu   
                           in praise of Antares
                  gazing far up the lanes of Sagittarius
                           richest stream of our sky—
   a cup to the center of the galaxy!   
                  and let the eyes stray
   right-angling the pitch of the Milky Way:   
                  horse-heads   rings
                  clouds      too distant to be
                  slide free.
                              on the crest of the wave.

Each night
O Earth Mother
   I have wrappt my hand
   over the jut of your cobra-hood
                               sleeping;   
   left my ear
All night long by your mouth.

O   All
Gods   tides   capes   currents   
Flows and spirals of
      pool and powers—

As we hoe the field
   let sweet potato grow.
And as sit us all down when we may   
To consider the Dharma
   bring with a flower and a glimmer.   
Let us all sleep in peace together.

Bless Masa and me as we marry   
   at new moon  on the crater   
This summer.

—Gary Snyder

Mary Oliver is one of the most popular American poets still working.  So popular that folks who are not in the English departments of struggling liberal arts college not only read her work—they buy her books.  Astonishing!  The environment is one of her recurring themes.

Sleeping in the Forest

I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.

—Mary Oliver

But Earth Day really needs some indignation and some action.  For many, Judy Bari became a martyr and a symbol for a militant environmental movement.  To the government and Northern California lumber barons, that made her and the movement she hammered together terrorists.
Bari was a young Industrial Workers of the World (IWW) organizer working with loggers—mostly independent contractors—on workplace safety and other issues.  She was also an environmentalist who was eager to preserve the old growth forests, including stands of redwoods from clear cut logging.  She wove her way between labor and environmental causes often seen as mutually hostile.  Bari and her associates launched the Redwood Summer using direct action tactics including blocking logging roads, chaining themselves to threatened trees, and other actions.  She was accused of driving large spikes into threatened trees at a level that would cause chainsaws to shatter with potentially lethal threat to the logger.  Bari and her folks always denied that, and it would have been at odds with her philosophy.  Spikes found in trees were likely planted there by the companies or their agents.  At any rate, the government began investigating the movement as terrorists.
Bari was nearly killed in an on May 24, 1990, when a motion-triggered pipe bomb wrapped with nails exploded directly under her driver’s seat as she and Darryl Cherney were driving through Oakland, California. They were on a concert and speaking tour to recruit college students for Redwood Summer at the time.
Bari was maimed and disabled by the bombing, while Cherney received lesser injuries. In the previous two months, both had received numerous death threats from timber industry supporters and had reported them to local police.
Authorities, however, announced that the only suspects in the bombing were the two victims who were supposedly on the way to use the bomb in a terrorist attack of their own when it exploded pre-maturely.  No evidence was ever found to corroborate that wild theory, and eventually neither were prosecutors able to bring them to trial on the charges.  But authorities refused to pursue other leads, lost or hid evidence, and continued to accuse the pair.
More than ten years later a Federal Jury, after Bari’s death from breast cancer in 1997, awarded her estate and Cherney  $4.4 million from three FBI agents and three Oakland Police officers for violating their civil rights and essentially trying to frame the pair.
Cherney, like Bari a singing organizer,  composed a song which is still sung and recited as a poem in radical environmental circles.

Who Bombed Judi Bari?

Now Judi Bari is a Wobbly organizer
A Mother Jones at the Georgia Pacific Mill
She fought for the sawmill workers
Hit by that PCB spill 
T. Marshall Hahn’s calling G-P‘s shots from Atlanta
Don Nelson sold him the union long ago
Now they weren’t gonna have no Wobbly
Running their logging show
And they spewed out their hatred
And they laid out their scam
Jerry Philbrick called for violence
Was no secret what they planned so I ask you now...
Who bombed Judi Bari?
I know you’re out there still
Have you seen her broken body
Or the spirit you can’t kill?
Now Judi Bari is a feminist organizer
Ain’t no man gonna keep that woman down
She defended the abortion clinic
In fascist Ukiah town
Calvary Baptist Church called for its masses
Camo buddies lined up in the pews
You can see all of their faces
In the Ukiah Daily News
And they spewed out their hatred
As Reverend Broyles laid out the scam
Bill Staley called for violence
Was no secret what they planned
So I ask you now
Who bombed Judi Bari?
I know you’re out there still
Have you seen her broken body
Or the spirit you can’t kill?
Now Judi Bari is an Earth First! organizer
The California redwoods are her home
She called for Redwood Summer
Where the owl and the black bear roam
Charlie Hurwitz he runs MAXXAM out of Houston
Harry Merlo runs L-P from Portland town
They’re the men they call King Timber
They know how to cut you down
And Don Nolan spewed their hatred
As Candy Boak laid out the scam
John Campbell called for violence
Was no secret what they planned
So I ask you now
Who bombed Judi Bari?
I know you’re out there still
Have you seen her broken body
Or the spirit you can’t kill?
Now Judi Bari is the mother of two children
A pipe bomb went ripping through her womb
She cries in pain at nighttime
In a Willits cabin room
FBI is back again with Cointelpro
Richard Held is the man they know they trust
With Lieutenant Sims his henchman
It’s a world of boom and bust
But we’ll answer with non-violence
‘Cause seeking justice is our plan
And we’ll avenge our wounded comrade
As we defend the ravaged land
So I ask you now
Who bombed Judi Bari?
I know you’re out there still
Have you seen her broken body
Or the spirit you can’t kill?

—Darryl Cherney