The Monkey Wrench Gang

The desert eased his vague anger. Near the dirt road which turned off the highway and led east for ten miles to the volcanic ramparts of Kofa Mountains, he stopped, well away from the traffic, and made himself a picnic lunch. He sat on a warm rock in the blazing spring sun, eating pickle and cheese and ham in onion roll, washing it down with beer, and opened himself through pore and nerve ends to the sweet stillness of the Arizona desert.

The river, the canyon, the desert world was always changing, from moment to moment, from miracle to miracle...

"The wilderness once offered men a plausible way of life," the doctor said. "Now it functions as a psychiatric refuge. Soon there will be no wilderness." He sipped at his bourbon and ice. "Soon there will be no place to go. Then the madness becomes universal." Another thought. "And the universe goes mad."
--Edward Abbey, The Monkey Wrench Gang