Boondocking on raw, unimproved land has a great effect on your notions of value and common sense.
What
does it really mean to "improve" land, such as they are said to do in
national parks, monuments, and other special areas? Recently I was in
the Tucson area where one such park is called Madera Canyon. It is a
special area in the national forest in the Santa Rita mountains south of
Tucson. I always go into such a place with a chip on my shoulder.
Despite that, it is fair to say that the US Forest Service is doing more
things right than wrong there.
I
rode the mountain bike up to the summit in the canyon. At the entrance a
sign warned the visitor that a list of rules and regulations was coming
up soon. I tensed up. But the rules were small in number and full of
common sense, of all things. These days a "park" of any kind is expected
to be anti-dog, unless it's a dog park. That is the first manifestation
of city-slicker culture that makes me growl. (They prefer cats,
goldfish, and gerbils.) But Madera Canyon only insists on leashes. The
entrance fee for cars was only $5; bicycles and pedestrians paid no
entrance fee.
Pedaling
up the canyon was a good endorphin buzz. But in order to get even more
from this, I tried to look at everything as if seeing it for the first
time. So why did they do this, or that? Good heavens, the road was even
paved! Is that even a good idea? Joseph Wood Krutch and Edward Abbey didn't think so.
But
most visitors don't think their metropolitan nature park is
over-improved. Did it ever occur to them how artificial their
appreciation of "nature" is? Probably not. They are all part of the same
Metropolitan Bubble Syndrome.
A
busload of grade school kids were on a field trip. They were led by
volunteers who seemed a bit like clucking hens. Put yourself in the
kids' shoes; how boring it must have seemed. What does the name of this
or that tree have to do with their lives back in the human hive of
Tucson? It would have been interesting to follow along and listen to the
indoctrination being dumped on the bored kids by these officious
volunteers. They are probably in favor of a new rule that visitors must
take off their hats as they pass the entrance booth and enter the
Cathedral of Nature.
On
raw land just outside the nature park there is none of this to put up
with, so why isn't everybody there, instead? Well, because the scenery
inside is more spectacular, you say. Sometimes that really isn't true
since you need a certain distance to mountains to really see them best.
Besides, when people say scenery is "spectacular", don't they really just
mean "really, really big and vertical?" Indeed high-contrast, vertical topography appears
impressive when looking at a coffee table book or a nature show on
television. But as a mountain biker I prefer land to stretch out more
horizontally, with just enough verticality to be interesting.
Suburban
nature lovers come to these metropolitan nature parks expecting
everything to be pretty, pretty, pretty. Visual entertainment is the
whole purpose of nature, as far as they believe. They want a Disney
World with a nature theme. Their activities are so controlled, and there
are so many rules and regulations, that they couldn't have a natural
"experience" if they wanted to, and most of them don't want to. Rather, they are there to consume a product -- nature has been turned into a consumer brand.
The
great draw to any nature-theme park is a paved loop road. The parking lots
need to have concrete curbs and yellow stripes to remind the visitors of a
strip mall back in the suburb. The next thing on the list is a
visitor's center where, hopefully, there will be crowds of people, an
IMAX-like movie to watch, and a gift shop, which gives the bourgeois visitor that all-important chance to spend money.
But
visiting a place like this is not an isolated shopping experience to
these visitors. They see a place like Madera Canyon as an individual
outlet in a nationwide chain of nature stores run by the forest service
and park service. The generic forests, grasslands, and deserts that I
camp on are bland, uninteresting places to these visitors.
One
visitor to Madera Canyon wandered off the reservation and stumbled into
the low-rent district just outside, where I was camped. She asked,
"What about all these cows?" I guess she saw cows, horses, cowboys,
thorns, stickers, and -- shudder -- cow pies as some kind of threat to
my Western camping experience. I really didn't know how to answer her.
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