"Born out of season," is how the old-timers expressed it. That feeling is something a lot of us on this forum share.
I read that book,
Last of the Mountain Men. I checked it out of the community library in about 1972. I also distinctly remember a short piece about Sylvan Hart on the evening news, some time back in the sixties, so I sort of knew who he was when I found the book on the library shelf a few years later. It was a good read, and Mr. Hart was a remarkable character. Dang, now I want to find a copy and re-read it.
There was a discussion about Sylvan Hart on one of the Muzzleloading forums not too many years ago. I don't think it was here... Maybe the Campfire forum, or maybe ALR. A couple of the participants in the discussion had met him. One thing on which they agreed was that if you went to visit Sylvan Hart you quickly learned to stay upwind of him. He did not believe in bathing, or washing clothes, ever, so they said.
I seem to recall a website devoted to eccentric characters of Idaho, with a piece on Sylvan Hart. While he was unique in many ways, he was evidently not the only one to live on his own terms in the wilds of Idaho.
I was last up to Idaho on a road trip with my brother in 1974. We drove a 1952 Chevy pickup from the Oregon coast to Florida, at 45 miles per hour. Any faster and the truck would start using too much oil. We camped out the whole way. I have vivid memories of Idaho and Montana.
Good post,
@Gold Grizzly !
Notchy Bob