When I arrived at The Wilderness Society in 1984, I did not know the name of our newest board member: Wallace Stegner. That’s a sad commentary on my expensive education. It also reflects the unfortunate fact that Stegner was often pigeon-holed as a “western writer.” I was a product of the East. I quickly discovered how wonderfully he wrote and had a chance to spend a little time with him when he visited our office. I remember how crushed all of us were on that April day in 1993 when we heard that “Wally” had been in a fatal car crash in Santa Fe. Read more