It’s Goose Day in Lewistown! And I’m torn between writing about the National Parks series on PBS and what I found in the park this morning when ol’ 85 Pounds o’ Love and I took our morning constitutional.
On the former, let’s say I like the pictures. I find the story interesting. But I am distressed by what seems to me to be an extremely high ratio of white male experts. Surely SOME women have written about the subject?? (I think I’ve seen two in over four hours of program.) And I had to laugh at the mention of the Sierra Club dividing over a park issue (because I know they were either misguided or misled when they opposed Joe Pizarchik’s nomination). Nice to know they didn’t always support John Muir either.
On the latter, I’ve written before about people dumping stuff. A lot of yard waste is dumped in the park at the top of our mountain; I’m assuming it comes from the city side of the mountain since on this, the country side, people have enough land to keep their own yard waste. But this morning I found two boxes of metal items—wires, pieces of equipment, bolts, and I don’t know what all—shoved into the woods ever so slightly at the edge of the park. I dragged it out so as to be visible, and much to my distress found a pile of paint cans back behind it (a separate dumping, I would guess). Pulling that out will wait til winter when the brush is down.
I’ve decided to find out who was tending the park when I moved here and why it’s stopped. Then I’m going to see what I can do to fix this. Obviously, people now consider this an acceptable dump and that just isn’t acceptable.
