I visited Wolf Camp with my daughter in the summer of 2005. She was twelve, and she had been reading Jamie Dutcher’s books for a year. We drove up from Boise expecting to see wolves. We didn’t — not that day. But Jeremy walked us along the boardwalk and told us about Kamots, about how the pack still organised itself even with most of the original members gone, and we listened.
A week later she told me she wanted to be a biologist. She’s a vet now, working on rural Idaho ranches. She still mentions that afternoon. The wolves never showed up, and somehow that was the point.
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