The 'Tonic of Wildness'

On Mountain Beauty and a Theology of Mystery

It was eerily quiet as we unzipped our tent door and climbed down the ladder (still half asleep) into the pitch blackness of our primitive campsite. We were in grizzly bear country, and I couldn’t help wondering what creatures were watching from beyond the lantern’s glow. I hastily balled up sleeping bags and threw them into the backseat while my husban…