With the arrival of solstice we\u2019re now officially entering winter. But consider just a few of the many paradoxes and ironies swirling around Yellowstone \u201cwinter keeper\u201d Steven Fuller.\r\n\r\nWhile today legions of young people would probably daydream of having his job in the middle of America\u2019s first national park, back in 1973 when he was hired as the only applicant, his position was regarded as a notorious hardship post where others had gone crazy\u2014like being sent to a gulag on the movie set for The Shining.\r\n\r\nToday, as record numbers of visitors stream past his rustic home on a highway below it in summer, Fuller\u2019s backyard, if based on the recovery of grizzly bears and restoration of wolves to the park, is actually wilder than when he first moved in.\r\nNearly half a century ago, when he arrived, the notion of human-caused climate change was, at best, a scientific abstraction. Now it is regarded as not only the greatest threat to sublimely frigid winters as he\u2019s known and documented them, but it stands to leave parts of Yellowstone he relates to intimately as unrecognizable a century hence.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nThe first time I ever encountered Fuller was in the summer of 1982. I was a college student who had come out West to work in Yellowstone, like thousands of American young people used to do.\r\n\r\nMy job was cooking meals for tourists in the dining room and cafeteria at Canyon Village, located near the north rim of the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone.\r\n\r\nFuller was there taking photographs at the request of his wife, Angela, who oversaw the operations for park concessionaire TW Services, which over the years morphed into today\u2019s Amfac. In an instant, hundreds of us smiled, our visages frozen in time, and then I seldom caught a glimpse of Fuller again, until four years later.\r\n\r\nIn 1986, I moved West permanently from a job with the City News Bureau of Chicago, where I wrote stories as a violent crime reporter. I had taken a job with the then-Jackson Hole News and during one of my first free weekends in the autumn, I drove north through the Tetons and spent a couple nights with the Fullers at their rustic home.\r\n\r\nThe two-bedroom structure rests a quarter of a mile above the breathtaking river chasm and adjacent to a rise in topography where the famous Canyon Hotel, designed by architect Robert Reamer, stood until the 1950s when a fire destroyed it. (Yes, that old edifice would have been a perfect fit for The Shining).\r\n\r\nSteve and I hit it off immediately. Little did we know that only a short distance away that same weekend, wildlife photographer William Tesinsky had gotten fatally mauled and partially consumed by a grizzly bear. Although covering homicides in the Windy City had, at times, been a hair-raising experience, this was a visceral reminder of what natural wildness meant.\r\n\r\nTwo years later, as I was covering the historic Yellowstone forest fires of 1988, Fuller\u2019s residence came close to burning to the ground. It has been just one of many potential perils, from being thrown off a horse when meeting a startled grizzly rise from its daybed in Hayden Valley, to nearly being avalanched and crushed by four-ton ice-sheets tumbling off roofs to suffering stranded snowmobiles and having to walk a dozen miles home in 40 degrees below.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nFuller is living legend, the longest-serving winter keeper in Yellowstone\u2019s history. Winter keepers originally were tasked with shoveling the heavy snows off the rooftops of structures in the park interior to prevent them from collapsing. Modernity, however, is steadily rendering those jobs obsolete, with advances in snow-machine technology making a place like Canyon seem less remote.\r\n\u201cWilderness? There are still wild places in the world, not so many left in the Lower 48\u2026 enclaves where you can die in a wild natural way, but few of them are out of cell range, certainly not out of SAT phone range, so you don\u2019t have that feeling of autonomous utter self-dependence where the only helping hand lies at the end of your arm,\u201d Fuller says. \u201cYou screw up, you die, or at least suffer the consequences.\u201d\r\nDuring the mid-1970s, National Geographic published an essay with photographs by Fuller. It was one of the reasons I became enticed by summer employment there. Reading the story today seems like an ancient time.\r\n\r\nAmassed over his tenure is an extraordinary portfolio of images he\u2019s personally taken and each carries with it stories. Over the last few years, Fuller has penned a column, \u201cA Life In Wonderland\u201d for the non-profit news outlet Mountain Journal. He shares observations and insights about the interior of Yellowstone that put the notion of the national park as a realm set apart into perspective.\r\n\r\n\u201cHis situation has allowed him to spend an immense amount of contemplative time in a wild landscape in order to develop his way of seeing," Doug Peacock, the noted author, Green Beret medic in Vietnam, environmental activist, and friend of the winter keeper told me more than 20 years ago in a story I wrote for The Christian Science Monitor. "Fuller's great value to us is his way of being the shaman who goes out into ... the other world.\u201d\r\n\r\nAs former park historian Lee Whittlesey noted, there is unlikely to ever be another like Steve Fuller in Yellowstone, nor a Yellowstone as Fuller has intrepidly witnessed.