Yosemite Mafia

It was near the end of October 2013 in Durango, Colorado. A crisp fall day; cool but no snow, the leaves had changed colors and it was deer season, and I’m about to lose my life…During the next two months of recovering from a traumatic brain injury, I reflected on my life, especially those days as a National Park Service ranger in Yosemite.

Here’s my story about the Yosemite Mafia—the dedicated, and occasionally irreverent, men and women who served during Yosemite’s tumultuous 1970s.





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