A recent stop (on our trip of never ending stops) had me thinking about a unique kind of memory. One that I want to hold onto forever but fear will slip away. That is the memory of a feeling. Specifically in this case, the feeling of being free in the desert.
We departed Las Vegas for Tahoe knowing our transmission could go kaput any time. Our route was US 95, the long desert highway. With my weary prone mind, I could see the headline. “Youngish couple goes missing in the desert along with their chubby dog and tiny trailer.”
With so many people travelling to experience the natural marvels of the world, the great question looms, how can we keep these marvels as they are for future generations? In the US we have the National Park Service (NPS), which I focus on here, and programs like Leave No Trace to help preserve these sights, but what really does it take for us to be the best stewards of our environment?
One take away was the great wonder and mystery of the cliff dwellings at Mesa Verde and the community living site at Chimney Rock. Another take away, which I have struggled with, is the critique on how our modern society has attempted to retell the story of this ancient civilization.