I ran across this beautiful documentary during my morning surfaholism.
Three friends toured California and filmed the 70 state parks slated to close in the fallout of the state’s budget-pocolypse.
I recently wrote a meditation on some of the ways that our parks and preserved wilderness epitomize the very best of our country.
cheap accessible, and beautiful. BEAUTIFUL. That’s our country.
There’s a moment in the trailer when a woman describes 50 years of community work to restore a historic town. If it closes, all that work will be gone, and people will lose a valuable chance to experience what California was like before cars and telephones, let alone before HP, Xerox PARC, and their successors ad infinitum.
Places where we can walk a few miles, close our eyes, and listen to the non-human world.
Sure, the Denver sky moved me a little yesterday: large, containing multitudes. Some angry, blurry storm clouds. Some squinty bright blue. Some delicately shadowed, billowing towers. What I could see of it through buildings and past telephone wires.
But there’s nothing like a California state park. Nothing.
Maybe Sheldon Adelson can donate the $22 million to save his neighbors to the west.
(Don’t click that at work for two reasons: Sarah. Silverman. You’re welcome.)
And if Sarah Silverman can’t convince you, try Joni:
“They wouldn’t give peace a chance. That was just a dream some of us had.”