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Wilderness Awareness School's Residential Program is a year-long wilderness course that provides in-depth training in a powerful set of nature awareness and wilderness survival skills. This blog conveys the experiences of current students.

Latest Blog Posts

  • Reflection on Jon Young’s Visit: a Traveling Village on Nov 11, 2009 in Uncategorized

    ::K:: Jon Young visited recently.  Two days of sitting around a fire listening to his stories about the Wilderness Awareness School’s (WAS) history answered one of my lingering questions about the Anake program: why do we devote so much class time...

  • Fall Harvest: Preparation and Feast on Nov 2, 2009 in Uncategorized

    9 October 2009 <>E Having gathered the food, now it must be prepared. The gathering, it turns out, is the easy part; just walk along and chuck stuff (respectfully) into a sack; toss the sacks (gently) into the car and off you go. But proces...

  • Foraging for Wild Edibles on Oct 26, 2009 in Uncategorized

  • Dune on Oct 15, 2009 in Uncategorized

      <>E    Dune The Oregon Dunes presented a landscape unlike any I have seen before on this planet. To say the place is a tracker’s paradise is an understatement. Rolling waves of sand stretch for two miles east to west, hardened by...

  • The Oregon Dunes on Oct 10, 2009 in Uncategorized

     ::K::             Animals leave cryptic stories in their tracks.  Searching the understory of the surrounding forests frequently renders tracks obscured in leaf litter.  Nevertheless, knowing that an animal has passed the very spot whe...

  • Mornings on Sep 26, 2009 in Uncategorized

    <>E Sunday 20 September Each morning this past week we awoke to the sound of singing. We slipped from our tents, and found our way through the chill of morning to a first cup of coffee or tea if we desired. Then to our gathering place. We str...

  • Expectations on Sep 26, 2009 in Uncategorized

    ::K:: Whew!  I am back from the first intensive week for the Anake Outdoor School.  I left the Linne Doran land late Friday afternoon zipping down the twisting mountainside road into Duvall thinking to myself, “that wasn’t too hard . . . a cinc...