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Ed Abbey, the Desert Rat, Would be 94 Today—We Raise a Glass

Ed Abbey, the Desert Rat, Would be 94 Today—We Raise a Glass

A high school friend had suggested Abbey one afternoon while we wrenched on his old ’72 Bronco, drinking Rainiers pilfered from his dad’s workshop fridge. I wouldn’t want to live like Abbey, often alone, way, way out there, pleasantly pickled on beer and salt pork. What would come, would come, and it would be beautiful, even if it was death. What would come, would come, and it would be beautiful, even if it was death. That’s not a metaphor for anything, Abbey isn’t the bear in this story, but my own backyard became infinitely stranger after I read Abbey.