By Mike Barenti
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The cattlemen are not making it, and they’re going to be gone,” Althea said. “The ranches are already being sold and subdivided,” George said. 42 Henry Clay Merritt, on His 158th Birthday Maybe the changing already seemed inevitable. “We’ve lost every battle,” Gene’s wife said. I didn’t expect the resignation. ” I had no answer. It wasn’t my reporter’s objectivity or any agreement with their views that made me quiet. What I heard that Sunday afternoon, what I have heard so often when I talk to farmers and ranchers, is anger and frustration bolstered by fear.
Some old maps include the dams, give their names as if construction were a certainty. Because of the area’s inaccessibility—with no roads or railroads for transporting the heavy equipment and construction supplies needed to build the dams and no easy path to run the high-tension wires needed to carry the electricity generated—the dams remained a low priority. Work had not started in 1968 when the government listed the river from North Fork down to the conﬂuence with the Snake as a wilderness study area.
I stopped at a blm campground unsure exactly how far I was from the Pahsimeroi. I was unsure of my location because I didn’t have a map for the ﬁrst 180 miles of river. And I didn’t have a map because I couldn’t ﬁnd just one that covered the entire ﬁrst section of river. In her always practical way, Juliet had suggested I buy the necessary maps and string them together to create what I needed. I didn’t listen, not because I have some inherent distrust of maps, but because I’m lazy and didn’t want to buy and cut up all those maps, and because I ﬁgured as long as water ﬂowed down hill, I couldn’t really get lost, and because I had lived not all that far away and thought I knew the area, if not intimately, at least adequately.