Back to StoriesTwilight Of The Winterkeepers
Steven Fuller welcomed his 45th consecutive New Year’s morning
in Yellowstone by skiing into a whirl of falling graupel and trees jangling like wind chimes. With fumaroles
billowing geothermal steam around him, he glided solo into the far "back side" of Hayden Valley at -20 degrees, his silhouette quickly fading into diaphanous light.
Joe Sawyer, a Bozeman engineer and one of Fuller's closet friends, has accompanied him on skis, horse rides and hikes through the Yellowstone backcountry as well as sojourns through the remotest corners of Namibia. "Steve’s gift is his ability to illuminate the magic of the ever-changing natural world around us. His integrity, devotion to form and place give us hope that one day we will all be able to bathe in the beauty of that place he so wonderfully illustrates through his prose and imagery," he explains. "I guess this is my attempt at saying Steve is a dream keeper of special moments in time."
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January 3, 2018
Twilight Of The WinterkeepersSteven Fuller Is A Living Legend In Yellowstone And An Endangered 21st-Century Icon
Portrait of Steven Fuller by Neal Herbert/National Park Service
Bound for his favorite cluster of prismatic paint pots that shall not be named, Fuller's course intersected with fresh furrows of a bison trail, tracks of a wolf pack and branches of fir covered in hoarfrost. Stopping to admire these patterns of “animal
calligraphy” scrawled in the crystalline snow, he raised his camera to make yet another portrait of his homeland. It's a place that everyone has heard of, but none know as intimately.
As the “winterkeeper” at Canyon Village—a development that sits nearly astride of the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone in the park's geographic heart—Fuller has one of the rarest occupational titles in a warming world.
The other day while catching
up, he told me he had witnessed more than 14,000 sunrises in Yellowstone “and looking out my front windows I have
been thrilled by what I have seen every time. Each one holds greater meaning.”
In his bones, Fuller knows that change is coming as the clock of nature and temporal existence keeps ticking. Old Faithful's eruption seems predictable, reliable and eternal; his tenure in Yellowstone—it's been a longer one than any of his peers in the park's storied history—is ephemeral, he admits as seasons of memories flash by.
On our spinning, increasingly-crowded planet with 7.5 billion human souls, Fuller is, in
extraordinary ways, one-of-a-kind—a modern anachronism. He is a jack-of-all-trades engineer keeping Canyon's buildings operating during the busy summer season. But philosophically, he is a throwback—a mixture of Henry David Thoreau, Henri Cartier Bresson, Ansel
Adams, and with pinches of Lao Tzu, Edward Abbey and Noam Chomsky thrown in for good measure.
None of them, however, have courted solitude as he has. When it comes to
Fuller's reclusive relationship with winter, he has cultivated a tapestry of poetic idioms—his own Fullerian language— for
describing snow and atmospherics that would make even the Inuit proud. Some are meteorological allusions; others
architectural; still more customized to describe the otherworldly realm that is
his wild backyard which brushes up against more than four million annual tourist visits.
Mountain Journal was founded to illuminate the spirit of America’s
last best ecosystem in the Lower 48: Greater Yellowstone, for which Yellowstone Park is its center. We can think of no one better suited
to help make sense of the reasons we celebrate it.
Every few days for all of 2018, MoJo readers will enjoy an insider’s
perspective of Yellowstone. The septuagenerian will
be filing visual dispatches, chronicling not only his contemporaneous
encounters but sharing imagery and vignettes of inspiring, sometimes harrowing encounters going back to his arrival in the early 1970s.
Appropriately commencing in winter, Fuller's column is called A Life In
Wonderland. Operating like a journal, it will speak to a kind of hermetic geographical experience that
has all but vanished in the Anthropocene—or at least from the Lower 48 states.
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I first met Fuller and his former wife, Angela, in 1982, upon taking a
summer job during college working as a cook at Canyon Village. I credit them
with deepening my own sense of connection to the park. Angela would go on to gain distinction as a world-class hotelier, overseeing Jenny Lake Lodge in Jackson Hole and the revitalization of the historic Pollard Hotel in Red Lodge, Montana.
As for Steve, he's never left Yellowstone. A Mojave-Desert-born son of a National Park
Service ranger, Fuller studied history at the San Francisco campus of Antioch University. Then he spent two
years in Europe, where he met Angela, a British citizen.
Eventually tiring of European cities, the
young couple set off for Africa, a continent that continues to pull Fuller back
every year. In Uganda, Fuller taught in a Shiite Muslim middle school. He
sailed to India and Southeast Asia, the only American traveling in steerage
class on his boat. Returning to the States, he interned for The Associated
Press, covering the U.S. Senate. He also worked as an emergency-room technician
at Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston. Then he and Angela made their way
to West Yellowstone.
"The iconic waterfalls at the head of the Grand Canyon of the Upper Yellowstone River on a late autumn morning," Fuller writes in the caption for this image. "The Canyon winterkeeper’s house sits about 600 meters directly to the right of the falls." Photograph by Steven Fuller
Winterkeepers mentioned in the annals
of Yellowstone were an eccentric lot, a mixture of antisocial, hard-drinking
libertarians who wanted to get away from people (and suffered occasional mental
breakdowns) to hardy, rugged individualists.
“Going back to the nineteenth century,
winterkeepers tended to be basically backwoods good ol’ boys, and not
necessarily with a high level of education. They were looked upon as refugees
from civilization, trying to get away by hiding out as hermits,” Yellowstone
Park historian Lee Whittlesey told me years ago. “Steve Fuller has done a lot
to change that prosaic image, but he has his own Thoreauian place as an anomaly
in the twenty-first century.”
“Going back to the nineteenth century, winterkeepers tended to be basically backwoods good ol’ boys, and not necessarily with a high level of education. They were looked upon as refugees from civilization, trying to get away by hiding out as hermits. Steve Fuller has done a lot to change that prosaic image," Yellowstone historian Lee Whittlesey
Yellowstone’s first winterkeeper was
George Marshall, who spent the winter of 1880-81 at his Marshall Hotel in the
Lower Geyser Basin. By 1887, there were also winterkeepers at Old Faithful,
Canyon, and Norris.
Until the advent of motorized
transportation—snow planes in the 1940s, and snowcoaches and snowmobiles in the
1960s—there was no winter tourism to speak of in Yellowstone. It was the sole
domain of its winterkeepers.
Fuller inhabits a historic wood-framed, cedar-shingled house
(circa 1910) that is set maybe a quarter mile above
the rim of the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone—the place where Thomas Moran
stood and sketched in 1871, ultimately inspiring masterworks that, in turn,
inspired Congress to set aside Yellowstone as the first national park in the
world a year later.
Notably, his rustic quarters are also a stone’s throw away from the
site of the historic Canyon Hotel, designed by Robert Reamer that, in its day,
was considered the most inspiring guest lodge in the world, superior in its
charm even to the Old Faithful Inn.
The venerable Canyon Hotel, designed by Robert Reamer, and once hailed as the queen of "rustically-elegant" national park hotels. Long gone, it closed in the 1950s, it burned in 1959. Today, bison graze its grassy contours.
Once upon a time, tourists staying there could watch grizzly and black
bears being fed in nearby open-pit dumps. But today the hotel is long gone, its
remnants having returned to the earth but its departure significantly improving
Fuller’s views, some stretching for 150 miles.
When the Fullers arrived in the park in 1973, and subsequently raised
and home-schooled their daughters, Emma and Skye, at Canyon, wolves had been
eradicated and grizzlies were on their way toward extirpation.
In some ways,
Fuller says, Yellowstone's frontcounty today is paradoxically more harried and yet its backcountry wilder
considering the restoration of those apex predators. The fact that more people aren't yet invading and overrunning the outback is vital to wild Yellowstone's persistence and its only hope for staying that way, he notes.
“His situation has allowed him to spend an immense amount of contemplative time in a wild landscape in order to develop his way of seeing," Doug Peacock, the noted author, Green Beret medic in Vietnam, environmental activist, and friend of the winterkeeper told me more than 20 years ago in a story I wrote for The Christian Science Monitor. "Fuller's great value to us is his way of being the shaman who goes out into ... the other world.”
“His situation has allowed him to spend an immense amount of contemplative time in a wild landscape in order to develop his way of seeing. Fuller's great value to us is his way of being the shaman who goes out into ... the other world.” —Doug Peacock
Fuller
has a photo portfolio of hundreds of thousands of images of Yellowstone. He has
visual impressions of the park’s wildlife and landscapes in all seasons,
representing a library that is likely unsurpassed.
Fuller’s eye and
technical skill first gained national attention when his pictures appeared in a
National Geographic magazine feature, “Winterkeeping in Yellowstone,” in 1978. The
story, unprecedentedly long for the time, made him a bit of a folk hero. Later, a photograph titled "Garish Moose, Yellowstone Lake" won the prestigious International Wildlife Photographer of the Year Award and earned him invitations to give public talks at both the National and Royal Geographical Societies in both the U.S. and U.K.
An early morning visitor who, along with fellow pack members, passed within feet of Fuller's front door. Photograph by Steven Fuller
“Through Steve’s photographic vision,
we all get to experience Yellowstone in a way that few of us will ever witness,
regardless of how many times we visit the park,” says Dubois-based nature
photographer Jeff Vanuga. Vanuga, who has led safaris around the world and
taught and shot with some of the biggest names in photography, says
Fuller’s perspective is novel among photographers, past and present. Vanuga
instead groups Fuller with nineteenth-century romantic landscape painters like
Albert Bierstadt and Thomas Moran—luminists who exalted in portraying panoramas
glowing in the backlight of sun, mist, and moon.
“Steve’s work has influenced my own
vision of Yellowstone by allowing me to see the nuances often overlooked by the
casual observer,” Vanuga says. “The predatory spider in a thermal pool, a bone
fragment from an expired animal lying in a crystal-clear thermal feature, a
backlit orb web covered with dew, or the luminous grand landscape.”
“Through Steve’s photographic vision, we all get to experience Yellowstone in a way that few of us will ever witness, regardless of how many times we visit the park." —Award-winning nature photographer Jeff Vanuga
The way Fuller treats landscapes is often
in juxtaposition to the landscapes themselves. “I’ve always been drawn to
stark, fierce landscapes,” he says, “whether in the sunburned deserts of Africa
or the deep, cold, albino winter landscapes of Yellowstone, especially when
either is animated by archetypal wildlife.”
Fuller's favorite expanse of land on earth is Hayden Valley; next are the Norris Geyser Basin and the mosaic of forests and meadows flanking the corridor of the Firehole River. Animals in his viewfinder—and
wildlife does frequently appear—are never fierce or imposing. He is not a
sharp-focused, headshot opportunist interested in portraying wildlife as
trophies. Instead, creatures more often are smallish—reference points for
conveying the scale of a vast landscape. In Yellowstone, he has particular
reverence for bison. In Namibia, his favorite getaway, he has encountered
lions, elephants, rhinos, and hyenas, on foot and next to his tent. Though at
opposite ends of the temperature gauge, he craves what these stark landscapes
represent: fast-evaporating wildness.
Some have likened Fuller to a seasoned bison bull, weathering Yellowstone's elements, moving discreetly in and out of view. In this Fuller photograph, a bull trudges across the snowdunes of Hayden Valley. "In winter," he says, "the snow, sculpted by wind, is endlessly fascinating and the landscape, flooded with light, shadow and even moonshine, is anything but monochromatic."
“The older I’ve become, the more I’ve
begun to appreciate the sentient connections between living things here and the
places they inhabit,” Fuller says. Standing in his quaint living room, the
walls dominated not by his own photographs but row after row of several
thousands of books he’s read, Fuller glances out the window. On a clear day, he
can see the Tetons, one hundred miles distant. He recalls the day a treasured
acquaintance, an old bison bull, died in Hayden Valley. Long part of the
neighborhood, the bull succumbed to the elements and old age.
Afterward, Fuller watched as another
old bull came to the carcass and stopped, appearing to contemplate the
lifeless body and the loss. When that bison moved on, the park’s
scavengers—coyotes, foxes, and ravens—moved in. They made quick work of the
remains. Fuller says people who dismiss this anecdote as groundless New Age
anthropomorphizing—he isn’t a New Ager—need to spend more time in
nature. He points out there are similar accounts of African elephants
saying “goodbye” as he witnessed in these Yellowstone bison.
Fuller tells of cow moose and cow elk
that lived in the meadows around his home. Each year, they bore calves. In
recent years, though, they’ve vanished. The consequences of growing wolf and
grizzly populations as well as climate and habitat changes have been profound
for some of the things he loves. “One day, I returned home on my snowmobile and
came upon a pack of wolves standing over the steaming red meat of those elk.
Alas, gone was a poor elk cow, whom for years I knew well. I appreciate the
importance of predator and prey, but this was personal,” Fuller says. “I take
pleasure in the wolves’ return, the sonic texture they add to the night, and
the ecological intactness they bring to the ecosystem, but I’m not a wolf
groupie.”
"The house I inhabit in 1930…not much has changed. The tree in front existed only as a stump when I moved in and that too is gone now," Fuller writes.
In more than four decades at Canyon,
Fuller has had countless close calls with lightning, with wildfire, and with
blizzards that forced him to bivouac miles from the nearest human. During
Yellowstone’s 1988 fires, trees burned near his cabin. He has busted skis and
had snowmobiles break down when he’s been miles from safety and shelter and
temperatures are fifty degrees below zero. Then there was a grizzly bear
incident in Hayden Valley which he’ll write about in his column.
“You live here, stuff can happen, you
accept it, but is it any different, really, from anywhere else?” he asks,
saying he prefers his perils—the possibility of avalanches, hypothermia, being mauled
maybe by a bear, getting gored by a bison—to being run over by a truck while
crossing an urban street or dying of a heart attack in an office cubicle.
Photo of Fuller in his element by Joe Sawyer (click to enlarge)
Does Fuller have any regrets as he skis along depositing tracks that will only melt away while leaving behind only the artifacts of such moments glimpsed by naked eye and viewfinder? His reply: “Where could I possibly go on Earth that would
be more spectacularly unique than this place?”
A MOUNTAIN JOURNAL INTERVIEW WITH STEVEN FULLER
TODD WILKINSON: To the uninitiated coming into this cold, no pun
intended, what is a “winterkeeper”?
STEVEN FULLER: A winterkeeper
is a winter caretaker whose job traditionally is to remove the snow from the
roofs of summer tourist cabins and lodges so they don’t collapse with the weight of
the winters’ accumulation of snow. Keepers have wintered in Yellowstone since the 1880s.
WILKINSON: How has the job changed over your five decades?
FULLER: Isolation, which was the core challenge of the life, second
only to hard self-disciplined, physical work, has largely evaporated. When I
arrived at Canyon in 1973 my only neighbors were four people at Lake Yellowstone
18 miles south. Town [West Yellowstone]
was 40 miles away and accessible only by
unreliable primitive snowmobile. I had about 100 buildings to winter keep. Most
of these have been replaced with lodges engineered to bear the weight of winter
snows without the roofs having to be cleared.
WILKINSON: Are winterkeepers an imperiled profession in this age of
climate change?
FULLER: By any short-term model I am aware of, the higher interior
reaches of Yellowstone in winter will still be snow country, though the season
will likely
continue to be shorter, warmer, and wetter but there will still be snow to
remove from roofs. The fundamental spoiler to the traditional way of the life is the
disappearance of isolation and with it the self-reliant independence that
characterized the life of a winter keeper when I
came to Canyon.
WILKINSON: How?
FULLER: No-one managed you, no one cared about you, which worked just
fine for me. But the bit of winter wildness I knew in 1973 and for a few years longer has been
tamed, regulated, and managed.
WILKINSON: What makes Canyon special?
FULLER: Canyon lies at the geographical heart of Yellowstone National
Park and offers more topographical and
ecological diversity than any other
location in the park. The Yellowstone River flows through it, the spectacular
canyon and three associated waterfalls, an abundance of thermals areas, many little known and
rarely visited, nearby Hayden Valley with its myriad of animals and sensuous
topography, the close-by mountain range, one of only two within the interior of the park.
Another forest traveler, Ursus arctos horribilis (the grizzly), searching for sustenance near the Fuller abode. Photograph by Steven Fuller
WILKINSON: Please share the story again of what the person who hired
you said after you accepted the post, which no one else wanted?
FULLER: He said, “You will be snowed in by mid-November. Thereafter
you are not to leave Canyon. We do not want to see you again until you are
plowed out in mid-April next year, do
you understand?”
WILKINSON: You are the longest-serving winterkeeper in history—no
small feat given the cast of characters. Can you tell us a bit about the lore
of some of your predecessors?
FULLER: Most historic winter keepers have been short timers, a season
or two was enough for them. Most were driven by economic necessity, the job didn’t pay much or
the seclusion got to them, but it was a job. A few stayed longer. One, who was
a winterkeeper here for most of a decade in the late 40’s and early 50’s claimed to have shot and killed a grizzly from the front
door of my house. He told me he ran a trap line through the winter cause the wage was so poor. He
instructed me how to poach a mule deer for winter meat. Another couple used to
ski 20 miles over Dunraven Pass once a month to pick up
their mail, then stay overnight at the Tower Junction Ranger Station before
skiing back home the next day. All the previous winterkeepers I have spoken
with, most are dead now, asserted that their time as the Canyon winterkeeper
was the most special in their lives.
WILKINSON: You have witnessed “modern nature” in her rawest,
sharp-toothed and most magnificent, literally through the window of your rustic
quarters. Wildness: what does it mean?
FULLER:
“Wilderness”—there are still wild places in the world, not so many left in the
Lower 48… enclaves where you can die
in a wild natural way, but few of them are out of cell range, certainly not out
of SAT phone range, so you don’t have that feeling of autonomous
utter self-dependence where the only helping hand lies at the end of your arm.
You screw up, you die, or at least suffer the consequences.
Now, call and someone will come
and you may be given a
citation and billed for the cost of being an incompetent screw-up. In most current usage “wilderness” has become a marketing commodity
slogan. ‘Come join
our tour group for a safari wilderness adventure”. Globalization is fast
snuffing out any semblance of wilderness and the opportunity to shove off into any
semblance of terra incognita. In my experience there are not many places on the
planet where you don’t find litter or a place to beam out a selfie.
WILKINSON: You’re going to be exploring many different themes and
sharing imagery that speaks to them about your tenure in America’s first
national park. Share a few thoughts about how your thinking as a photographer,
who has had much of your work published in National Geographic, has evolved?
FULLER: I have been a visual person since childhood. My first job in high school
was in a camera store. I have always been drawn to photographing the natural world. For
years before coming to Yellowstone I knew I wanted to live in a natural rather
than a human landscape.
My years in the park have
nurtured a familiarity with place, seasons,
animal behavior, so I enjoy some predictability about what may be happening
when which enables me to be in the right place at the right time.
"Sunset in a geyser basin…full of extraordinary ephemeral morphogenic beings born of water and cold—'wonder unto wonder, existence opens…' as Lao Tzu said. Manifestations of the Tao," Fuller writes.
WILKINSON: So the camera has been your journal for interpreting
solitude?
FULLER: To be alone in the bushes with a camera is
one of several facets of solitude that I cherish. In my case photography has
never been ambition nor commercially driven. Photography is an excuse to be out in lousy weather at dawn, to be engaged with animals,
and to be in touch with the flux of the seasons. I have always been indifferent to the business part of the business; my best photos are
in undisturbed storage under my bed. I think of the best of the photographs I have taken, film or
digital, as brief after-images of a moment, each ultimately as mortal and short
lived as myself.
WILKINSON: Yellowstone. Is it bigger or smaller than when you found
it?
FULLER: All the world is fast shrinking.
The steady implementation of closed areas in Yellowstone has made favorite areas
no longer accessible, so in this sense Yellowstone has grown smaller.
In my early years I had a 20-mile day hike range. During the heydays of my life,
for the 20 years, when I had a wonderful pair of horses, my Yellowstone world was much larger. Now as
I grow older my accessible Yellowstone shrinks, on foot, on skis. But, not a
problem, I focus on connecting with the
nuances of favorite places which encompass
an inexhaustible richness.
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Follow Steven Fuller at "A Life In Wonderland" exclusively at Mountain Journal and enjoy the short video profile of Fuller below that appeared on CBS.
About Todd Wilkinson
Todd Wilkinson, founder of Mountain Journal, is an American author and journalist proudly trained in the old school tradition. He's been a journalist for 35 years and writes for publications ranging from National Geographic to The Guardian. He is author of several books on topics ranging from scientific whistleblowers to Ted Turner and the story of Jackson Hole grizzly mother 399, the most famous bear in the world which features photographs by Thomas Mangelsen. For more on Wilkinson's career, click here. (Photo by David J Swift).
Todd Wilkinson, founder of Mountain Journal, is an American author and journalist proudly trained in the old school tradition. He's been a journalist for 35 years and writes for publications ranging from National Geographic to The Guardian. He is author of several books on topics ranging from scientific whistleblowers to Ted Turner and the story of Jackson Hole grizzly mother 399, the most famous bear in the world which features photographs by Thomas Mangelsen. For more on Wilkinson's career, click here. (Photo by David J Swift).
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