The West Will Rise Again

The March issue of Outside Magazine runs my story on the Udall family: former secretary of Interior Stewart Udall, his son Tom and his nephew Mark. Both Mark and Tom are US congressmen, running for Senate in 2008 in New Mexico and Colorado, respectively.

At right, photo of Stewart Udall by Kurt Markus.

LIKE THE BEST AMERICAN SAGAS, this one begins on the Mississippi River.

David King Udall was born in St. Louis in 1851 to English immigrants venturing upriver from New Orleans. Mormon converts, they had been called to forge a holy civilization in the West, so they crossed the ungrazed grasses of Nebraska in wagons pulled by oxen. "The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them," said the Book of Isaiah, "and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as a rose."

Baby David made the journey in swaddling clothes. The child who would one day sire a political dynasty peered out from his bonnet as the wagon train climbed the jagged Rockies and descended into Brigham Young's settlement on the Great Salt Lake. He would indeed make the desert blossom, ingrained as he was with a belief that the land's bounty was to be nurtured and shared. As a teenager, David caught a man drawing water from the town canal out of turn. "He and I had words and finally came to a hand-to-hand tussle," he wrote later, "in which it happened that I, being a husky youngster, threw the fellow into a deep hole in the ditch."

Read the rest here.