A longtime backpacker, climber, and skier, Michael Lanza knows our national parks like the back of his hand. As a father, he hopes to share these special places with his two young children. But he has seen firsthand the changes wrought by the warming climate and understands what lies ahead: Alaska’s tidewater glaciers are rapidly retreating, and the abundant sea life in their shadow departs with them. Encroaching tides threaten beloved wilderness coasts like Washington’s Olympic and Florida’s Everglades. Less snowfall and hotter summers will diminish Yosemite’s world-famous waterfalls. And it is predicted that Glacier National Park’s 7,000-year-old glaciers will be gone in a decade.
To Lanza, it feels like the house he grew up in is being looted. Painfully aware of the ecological-and spiritual-calamity that global warming will bring to our nation’s parks, Lanza sets out to show his children these wonders before they have changed forever.
He takes his nine-year-old son, Nate, and seven-year-old daughter, Alex, on an ambitious journey to see as many climate-threatened wild places as he can fit into a year: backpacking in the Grand Canyon, Glacier, the North Cascades, Mount Rainier, Rocky Mountain, and along the wild Olympic coast; sea kayaking in Alaska’s Glacier Bay; hiking to Yosemite’s waterfalls; rock climbing in Joshua Tree National Park; cross-country skiing in Yellowstone; and canoeing in the Everglades.
Through these poignant and humorous adventures, Lanza shares the beauty of each place and shows how his children connect with nature when given “unscripted” time. Ultimately, he writes, this is more their story than his, for whatever comes of our changing world, they are the ones who will live in it.
“Before They’re Gone is a beautifully written, moving meditation on the meaning of parenthood, our parks, and the first generation of children to grow up in the age of global warming.” —Richard Louv, author of The Nature Principle and Last Child in the Woods
“I grew up in a national park, worked in twelve others and have visited well over two hundred of them. Their values, for people like me, often are taken for granted. In this wonderful book, Michael Lanza’s children learn and experience what is most important about our national parks—the necessity to leave them ‘unimpaired for future generations’—and why.” —Bill Wade, Chair, Executive Council, Coalition of National Park Service Retirees and former superintendent of Shenandoah National Park
“Michael Lanza braids a story of family, wilderness, and climate that’s at once heartwarming and terrifying. I envy his kids for the incredible year they spent exploring America’s finest wild places. And I mourn that they—and my own daughter—will have to endure the devastating consequences of our heating planet. Lanza makes abundantly clear that our children deserve better than the legacy we’re leaving them.” —John Harlin, author of The Eiger Obsession: Facing the Mountain that Killed My Father, and Editor, the American Alpine Journal
“Delightful … a fresh and engaging way to tell the climate change story.”—Laura Helmuth, senior science editor, Smithsonian
“Wilderness adventurers like Lanza are the advance scouts of global warming, bringing back firsthand testimony from pristine landscapes that powerfully corroborates what climate scientists are telling us about our changing planet. But this eyewitness report is much more than an impassioned polemic: it’s also an entertaining collection of backcountry anecdotes-surprise encounters with grizzlies, anxious moments on glaciers and wild coastlines, jaw-dropping views from remote summits-that bring climate change to life in a way that’s more palpable and persuasive than any data chart. Above all, Before They’re Gone is a fetching love letter to Mike’s wife, children, and friends and to the wild places he treasures as only a hiker, climber, and explorer can.”—Jonathan Dorn, editor in chief, Backpacker
Reviews
Review: Publishers Weekly - March 1, 2012
"This is a terrific blend of adventure ('Seeing a bison gallop thirty miles an hour—as they can—is like seeing a grand piano suddenly sprout horns and charge you with the speed of a horse.') and ecological forecasting (and forewarning) that aptly conveys the passion of a devoted outdoorsman, and serves as a wake-up call to the state of our planet."
Review: Kirkus Review - January 1, 2012
“Intriguing premise; decent execution—certainly of interest to environmentalists and other eco-minded readers.”
Chapter 6: The Backbone of the World
August 2010
We hear the menacing snarls and let our eyes trace the sound to its source. Just a few hundred feet below where we stand at 7,050-foot Lincoln Pass in Montana’s Glacier National Park, two grizzly bear cubs tussle playfully where this open, rocky mountainside meets a sparse conifer forest. Vigilantly close by, their mom vacuums her nose over the ground, searching for tidbits. A plus-size lady, she has a weight lifter’s physique atop hips and legs that might cause a self-conscious bear to frown at her reflection in a lake. But she moves like a four-hundred-pound ballet dancer, hinting at speed and power that we cannot fathom. Seeing her arouses a feeling so primal that few words even form in our minds or emerge from our mouths. Our skin prickles, our throats turn to sandpaper. If we possessed ears that normally drooped down, at this moment they would stand straight up. If we had the option, we would dive without further contemplation into a claustrophobic burrow and cower for a long time.
But we have no burrow. And the bears are just four or five steps off the trail we have to descend.
As any backpacker or armchair adventurer understands, this represents the worst possible circumstance. A grizzly bear alone might normally flee from the sounds and odors of humans, probably before the people even realized a bear lurked nearby. But other than a polar bear, a griz sow with cubs is arguably the most fearsome, ferocious terrestrial beast in the Americas. She may perceive any sizable creature in her vicinity as a threat to her babies. Every two or three years in the western U.S. or Canada, a sow horribly mauls or kills some hapless person guilty of no more than stumbling upon the same patch of earth at exactly the same moment as her cubs. In July 2011, a sow with cubs killed a 57-yearold man hiking with his wife in Yellowstone.
So we wait, hoping the bears will move on. There is no wind; they may not smell us. They disappear into the woods, but we periodically hear their growls, too close to the trail for us to consider venturing down there. An hour drips by like candle wax.
Three other hikers, two men and a woman, come along, heading in our direction. After a brief, lively huddle, we agree on a plan: we will walk in close formation down the trail, making abundant noise. Bears, according to conventional thinking, will not engage this large a group of people.
But apparently, these grizzlies did not read the rulebook. As we buckle on backpacks, the woman says, gravely, “There are the bears.” When we look downhill, she clarifies, “No, behind you.” We spin around. The sow, not thirty feet away, saunters noiselessly across the grassy meadow we’re standing in, her cubs in tow. While we were strategizing how to outwit them with our superior intellects, they had pulled off a perfect flanking maneuver. From this close, we see her shoulder muscles rippling, the fur backlit by sunlight, and razor teeth designed for tearing through flesh as her mouth gapes open. Then she sniffs the air and swings her head to stare directly at us. If there is a national park that seems created to fulfill the grandest dreams of backpackers, it is Glacier.
Straddling the Continental Divide hard against the Canadian border, the northernmost U.S. Rockies resemble a collection of mountain-scale kitchen implements--meat-cleaver wedges of billionyear- old rock and stone knives lined up in rows that stretch for miles, everything standing with blades pointed upward. More than a hundred of them rise above eight thousand feet, the highest exceeding ten thousand feet.
Streams collect the runoff from fields of melting snow and ice, pouring down mountainsides, shouting loudest when crashing over innumerable cascades and waterfalls. Late-afternoon sunlight glints off pebbly creeks spilling from lakes, the water’s surface sparkling like diamonds slowly twisting. Geological strata stripe mountainsides in parallel bands. Wildflowers in a palette of colors dapple vast, treeless tundra plateaus.
The Blackfoot called these mountains “the backbone of the world.” The description fits a place where the land vaults up so dramatically from the very edge of the Plains--and where Triple Divide Peak is one of only two North American mountains that funnel waters to three oceans: the Atlantic, Pacific, and Arctic.
Swiss-born paleontologist Louis Agassiz, hailed as one of the greatest scientists of his time, comprehended the origins of places like the future Glacier National Park. In the 1840s, he theorized that an ice age had once locked up much of the planet. His ideas explained the signs of glaciers in Europe and North America where they did not exist: ground scraped down to striated bedrock, and massive “glacial-erratic” boulders deposited in meadows and forests by some mysterious but powerful force. Today, a glacier in the north of this park is named for him.
The renowned writer George Bird Grinnell, who began lobbying to designate the area a national park after visiting in the 1880s, called these mountains “the Crown of the Continent.” The Great Northern Railway, hoping to bring in paying tourists, dubbed the area “Little Switzerland.” But in one important aspect, it differed from the Swiss Alps as much as Central Park from the Serengeti: unlike the settled Alpine valleys and mountainside meadows, the Northern Rockies were an intact, pristine wilderness. Today, some 90 percent of the park’s million acres remain inaccessible except to those willing to explore on foot.
Glacier is among just a few U.S. wild lands outside of Alaska that host a nearly complete array of the continent’s native megafauna. Only two are missing: the bison and woodland caribou. Sixty-two mammal species live here, and 260 kinds of birds are seen. Glacier and neighboring Waterton Lakes National Park in Canada have been designated an international peace park, an international biosphere reserve, and a World Heritage Site.
A backpacker on any of the park’s more than seven hundred miles of trails may lose count of how many times she sees cliff-scaling, bearded mountain goats. Many backpackers go home with breathless tales of walking past that most regal of creatures, the bighorn sheep. Some--like my friend Geoff Sears when we took a trip here together--tell of leaving a sweaty T-shirt hanging outside to dry overnight, only to discover it even more soaked in the morning because deer have gummed it for the salt from perspiration. Hikers in early fall might hear bull elk bugle or see two bull moose clashing massive antlers.
Encounters with black or grizzly bears--both number in the hundreds here--occur rarely, for one simple reason: a bear will usually detect the humans first and avoid them. This dynamic undoubtedly serves the interests of both parties. A bear attacking people ultimately loses, as park officials will destroy it. And no one with a healthy attitude toward life wants to cross paths with a grizzly.
When Lewis and Clark explored the American West, the grizzly numbered an estimated 50,000 and ranged over two-thirds of the contiguous United States, from the Canadian border to Mexico to Ohio.
While more numerous in Canada and Alaska, about 1,400 remain in the Lower 48, and they live only where humans tolerate them. More than seven hundred bears dwell in Glacier and the surrounding national forests, and another six hundred in Greater Yellowstone. Small, at-risk populations hang on in remote mountains in Washington, northern Idaho, and northwestern Montana.
No other species in North America shapes our perception of wilderness as definitively as the grizzly. There are wild lands with grizzlies, and there are those without, and they are as far apart in our minds as terror is from thrill.
Where they live, we enter the woods with a heightened alertness. Every dense copse of spruce trees or tall bushes potentially harbors a menace. Come upon a steaming pile of scat the size of a soccer ball, and you will wonder which direction the bear went and which you should go. We are not so far evolved from our hunter-gatherer ancestors to have lost our innate aversion to being eaten.
Encounter a great bear close up and, regardless of how you had planned to react, you may find yourself overwhelmed by one instinctive thought: flee. You backpedal, maybe stumble. You might reach for the pepper spray on your belt or forget it’s there. You know in your bones that you possess little control over what happens next.
Terror hits hard right in the gut and takes the wind out of you. I know, because I’ve felt it.
When that sow grizzly and her cubs crept up so stealthily behind my friend Jerry Hapgood and me at Lincoln Pass on that late-summer morning, she not only Tasered us with one of the biggest, voice-seizing frights of our lives; she also clarified an unsettling truth: when you walk through country inhabited by grizzly bears, you see and hear them everywhere--except the ones that are actually right on top of you. To our good fortune and vast relief, that sow and her cubs merely continued on their way, giving us no more than a glance.
Now, eleven months later, I’m backpacking that same trail in Glacier with my wife and children, on another perfect summer day in mountains carved from glaciers but designed in dreams.
And I am thinking about bears.
Prologue: Inspiration
Chapter 1) Deepest Earth
Chapter 2) How Does the Water Go Up the Mountain?
Chapter 3) The Distant Rumble of White Thunder
Chapter 4) In the Long Shadow of ìThe Mountainî
Chapter 5) Along a Wild Coast
Chapter 6) The Backbone of the World
Chapter 7) If a Tree Falls
Chapter 8) Searching for Dr. Seuss
Chapter 9) The End of Winter
Chapter 10) Going Under
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Sources
- The Boston Globe, quoted, 11/17/2017
- Click here to read a review of Before They're Gone featured on AMC's "Great Kids, Great Outdoors" blog
- Click here to read a Q&A with Lanza featured on Grist.org
- Click here to read an excerpt ofBefore They're Gone featured on The Atlantic
- Click here to read a feature on Michael Lanza in The Idaho Statesman
- Click here to listen to Michael Lanza on KPOJ's Morning Show
- Click here to read a post by Michael Lanza on The Climate Reality Project website
- Click here to read a post by Michael Lanza on FamilyWilds.com
- Click here to read an interview and slide show with Michael Lanza picked up by MSNBC's The Today Show
- Click here to read a post by Michael Lanza on AdventureTykes.com
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- Click here to read a post by Michael Lanza on TalesofaMountainMama.com
- Click here to read a write-up of Michael Lanza's work on ChildMode.com
- Click here to read an interview with Michael Lanza on AdventureParents.com
- Click here to read a review of Before They're Gone featured in the Washington Post
- Click here to read a recent write-up of Before They're Gone featured in National Parks Traveler
- Click here to read a review of Before They're Gone featured on the blog BakersfieldMom.com
- Click here to read an excerpt of Before They're Gone featured on Wilderness.org
- To read a blog post about Before They're Gone for LL Bean's "Trail Mix" blog on August 30, click here
- Click here to read a blogpost by the author about backpacking with toddlers on BooksforBetterLiving.com
- Click here to watch the book trailer forBefore They're Gone