Seventy-five years ago, when John Muir and his fellow conservationists organized the Sierra Club, one of its early aims was to attract people to Yosemite. For 'to serve the public' has come to mean 'to serve the public These two goals are now in head-on collision. Designed to set aside, for all the people, wild areas of specialīeauty, this system originated with a two-fold purpose: to serve the public and to preserve the areas. It is the outgrowth of a bitter awareness of all that has been lost, all that is being lost, all that is going to be lost in that glory of our American democracy, our system of national parks. Based roughly on the months of the April-to-September season of the ranger-with side excursions, mentalĪnd physical-his book is a voice crying in the wilderness, for the wilderness. The one true home, known or unknown, actual or visionary.' For him, this is the desert, beyond the end of the roads, in the stark canyonland of southeast Utah.Īs the sole park ranger at the Arches National Monument, 20 miles from Moab, he knew it before the paved roads, before the high tide of beer cans, gum wrappers, cigarette stubs, bottle caps and discarded Kleenex, before the parked trailers, their windowsīlue tinged at night while the inmates, instead of watching the desert stars, watch TV and listen to the canned laughter of Hollywood.

He third sentence of Edward Abbey's 'Desert Solitaire' reads: Every man, every woman, carries in heart and mind the image of the ideal place, the right place,

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