Defending the Narrative of Wildness

From my house in eastern Salt Lake County, I’m a ten minute drive then a ten minute walk to the Mount Olympus Wilderness—the big W, political designation kind of Wilderness—and every July, I can’t get enough of these beautiful slopes and peaks and draws in the Wasatch Mountains. This year, the trails are dry and dusty, the wildflowers fading fast under too-dry skies. But the canyons are cool and small streamlets still trickle, a