On the 123rd birthday of Yosemite National Park, the first shutdown of the federal government in 17 years took effect, which includes among its epic absurdity the closing of our national parks.
All because of a breath-holding contest between petulant politicians that stems largely from the fact that enough of our six-figure-making, healthcare-having, so-called public servants (really self-servants) do not want the very citizens who fund their healthcare to have access to healthcare at the same level. Good grief.
On the literally and figuratively brighter side, it is autumn. In Colorado, fall brings the annual gaping of the aspen, in which people pull off roadways en masse to photograph the vibrant colors from as far away as possible.
A walk in the woods is much more rewarding. Our Congress of brats may be able to lock us out of our national parks while we wait to see who turns blue first, but we still have access to our national forests, wilderness areas and other public lands.
These spaces also offer what John Muir found in the now-closed Yosemite: “… a place of rest, a refuge from the roar and dust and weary, nervous, wasting work of the lowlands…”