Word: mountains
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Numero uno mountain man is Mike Clark, a 220-pound senior who can do it all. And for the first time since 1975's championship club, there is depth on the offensive line. Mac DeCamp, Mike Brown, Dave Peltier and fierce sophomore Orazio Lattanzi have been going at it in a battle for the second guard spot...
...would be hard to imagine a conference site more remote from the tensions of the Middle East than Camp David, a 143-acre aerie perched atop a 1,880-ft. hill in Maryland's Catoctin Mountain, 75 miles northwest of the capital. Franklin Roosevelt was so fond of sneaking off to his hideaway that he called it Shangri-La. There he and Winston Churchill planned Dday. Dwight Eisenhower changed the name of the retreat to that of his grandson David, and the new name later became synonymous with a thawing of the cold war. "The spirit of Camp David" derived...
Ivan Doig avoids such traps. Exercising a talent at once robust and sensitive, he redeems the promise of those first fetching sentences. His mother's final breath came in a remote Montana place where "a low rumple of the mountain knolls itself up watchfully, and atop it, like a sentry box over the frontier between the sly creek and the prodding meadow, perches our single-room herding cabin." They were, he and his parents, "secure as hawks with wind under our wings...
...ghost and a father who would for a long time remain "in the dusk of his grief over the loss of a wife when she was only 31. The father was short, wiry, horse-stomped, work-scarred, a ranch hand, a sheep tender, a survivor of scratch-hard mountain life who cherished the few years he and his bride had followed their flocks among the timeless hills. He faced life with a "dry half-grin" and wore for good a scar on his chin-"a single quick notch at the bottom of his face, as if it might...
...clockless mountain summers were over for my father. Forty-four years old, a ranch hand, now a widower, Charlie Doig had a son to raise by himself. He needed work which would last beyond a quick season. He had to fit us under a roof somewhere, choose a town where I could start to school, piece out in his own mind just how we were going to live from then on. It tells most about my father over the next years that I was the only one of those predicaments that ever seemed to grow easier...