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| Craig Childs has spent entire winters walking the canyons of Utah, and has vanished without a trace into dune seas and appallingly vast deserts only to emerge tattered and dripping with sands at book events around the country.
His first few books were written in laundromats and libraries, wherever he could find to plug in a computer. Mostly, though, his work is written by hand. His journals are filled with words and artwork, and his stories come pouring out of the land like flash floods.
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He was a river guide at the
age of eighteen. By twenty-one he was hitchiking the coast
of British Columbia on bush planes. He has worked as a
field instructor for Prescott College, an editor of a
small mountain newspaper, a jazz and symphony performer on
trombone, a beer bottler, and a gas station attendant (not
necessarily in that order). His mother is a mad carpenter
missing much of three fingers. His late father was a
brilliant desert redneck who had an insatiable love for
night skies and Stravinsky. Childs, himself, is a father
(of an infant son) and a husband. His wife, Regan, is an
artist who built a cabin alone at the foot of the Sangre
de Cristo mountains in Colorado. They live together
sometimes in a cabin in western Colorado where they
operate off of solar electricity and only recently
installed indoor plumbing (being the first time Childs has
had plumbing for twelve years).
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Childs,
an Arizona native, frequently contributes commentary
to National Public Radio’s Morning Edition. He has
written for
Outside, Audubon, Sierra, Backpacker,
Arizona Highways, High Country News, and The Los Angeles
Times. He is the author of eight books of natural
history and wilderness travel. He is winner of the
Colorado Book Award and the Spirit of the West
Literary Achievement Award, given to a writer whose
body of work captures the unique spirit of the
American West.
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