For the last 9 years I’ve lived two separate and entirely different lives. In the warmer months, I work in the Bob Marshall Wilderness of Montana wearing buckskin, fighting wildfire and working with mules and crosscut saws. In the colder months, I head out to the civilized world to survive the bombardment of websites, automobiles, cell phones and other modern technologies. I am uprooted every time a new season approaches. This lack of foundation spawns a rollercoaster ride of joy, confusion, ...