Let’s set the stage, shall we?
I’m in the middle of one of the premier national parks not just in the US, but in the entire world. This place has natural beauty and escapism dripping from every square inch. So what do 90+% of the tourists do?
They get in their cars, roll up the windows, blast the AC and cruise through at 45 miles an hour.
What the fuck?
“Honey, slow down so we can watch the bear!” And then you get thirty cars, engines idling, pulled to the side of the road all shooting pictures through their still-closed windows. Just once I want to put a camera on a bear and let it get some shots of Homo Touristus.
If I see someone with a selfie-stick, I may have to throw them off the canyon rim…
I still haven’t even ventured outside of the area immediately around the “Grand Canyon” here because there are some killer trails to hike…not to mention the off-trail, backcountry hiking and camping. Give me another week or two and I’ll be ready to explore one of the other nexuses, but not before that.
With that in mind, tell me: just how the hell can you see anything useful or memorable from inside a speeding car? Let alone breathe the fresh air and enjoy the quiet? It is, to me, very much worth the risk of getting, err, molested by a hangry grizzly.
I do have to say – and I say this as a “city boy” at heart – all this nature is making the sci-fi harder to write. Those couple of fantasy stories/series that have been floating around the back of my mind? They’re coming to the fore…
All my bitching aside, I had a great day off: did a nice, long hike…wrote a good two thousand words, had a couple beers and we’re having another movie night tonight ( Deadpool, if you’re interested). Today was a good day.